((For those in my little event in the Shadowdale woods, which was interrupted, I'll conclude it here as some players didn't make it back))
*Zaburra waves his ruby rod over the pile of broken ant parts and the remains of the scared little halfling man. The magic begins to mend the mans remains, and after some time, he stirs. He comes back to his senses, and with one look around panics and runs off as fast as his little legs can carry him; perhaps he heard parting words from his savior, perhaps not. In his haste he left his locket behind.*