Let's Play Bard's Tale: Party Attack

Bluey whimpered as he trudged along, clutching his stomach with his left paw. "This is all your fault, Darkmoon."

"My fault?" Darkmoon growled, having to hold up his robe's left sleeve because of a gash on the shoulder. "And why's that?"

"Because you thought we could take on those mad dogs."

"We did! They were no problem."

"And then that mercenary."

"He was holding his sword backwards. He was obviously an idiot."

"That's because it was a dirk! That's how you hold daggers!"

Camis stepped up and stood between the warrior and monk. "Please, stop fighting!"

Darkmoon looked away and made a dismissive snort. "I dunno if I can trust blue dragons anymore."

Before Bluey could respond, Selendro piped up, "Hey, what'd I do?"

Darkmoon rolled his eyes. "Not you. Bluey! He calls himself a warrior and then can't kill a kobold."

Bluey snarled. "You're the one who never manages to kill anything on the first blow!"

Elena and Sai exchanged worried glances.

Darkmoon stopped, and turned to face Bluey. "Okay. That's it! We'll settle this here with a duel."

Bluey just gave Darkmoon a wary look. "We don't have time for this, Dark. We need to get to a temple before the sun goes down."

"No! I'm not moving until one of us has fallen in single combat!"

Bluey sighed and unsheathed his sword. "Okay, Darkmoon. If you want to be insane, be insane." He clumsily raised his sword in an attacking stance, his left paw still over a wound on his stomach.

Darkmoon raised his paws, letting his torn sleeve fall to the ground. He crouched down, picked the sleeve back up, and held it in place with his right paw, not taking his eyes off Bluey.

Selendro watched with a slight smirk on his lips. He sat down and got out his mandolin.

"How are you going to fight me like that, Darkmoon?" Bluey asked.

"I can still kick, can't I?" Darkmoon spat.

Selendro began to strum the mandolin. "One is red, the other blue, which one could have knew? That as they stand, I have a plan, to forge flesh anew!"

Bluey and Darkmoon slowly turned to stare at the bard. "What in the Twelve's name are you singing?" Darkmoon asked.

"The Badh'r Kilnfest," Selendro replied. "Ancient fairy melody. It'll heal the singer as he travels. But when the singer's allies are in battle, it'll heal them too. Of course, it doesn't say anything about the allies not fighting each other."

Bluey looked down at his stomach, where his wound was slowly closing up and healing. He felt a faint warmth all over. Darkmoon was feeling the same, and his robe was even knitting its sleeve back together.

"Just don't actually hit each other, 'cause you'll undo the healing," Selendro said between verses of his song.

"Great idea, Selendro!" Elena smiled. "We could try faking a battle between ourselves when we need healing. It'll be slow, but every piece of gold we save is a piece of gold we could use for equipment and resurrect -"

Selendro interrupted Elena with a loud squeaking noise and coughing. "Lost... voice..." he wheezed.

Elena covered her face in her paws and the party detoured for the closest tavern.