Bariyan swung his axe up over both shoulders and tilted his head to one side, giving Maridian a pained look. He gestured down toward his full armor set, the Argent Crusade tabard he'd (somehow) managed to keep all the way from his arrival in Exsilium to his arrival here.

"Do I look like a healer?" Bariyan asked, with a grin. He shook his head, then straightened up. "I can try, but you're on your own if you get an arm ripped off."