Pleased with his devastating blow, Sándor feels a bit more confident now to try and pry more information out of this beast. He turns his horse around to face the dragon, but stays out of range. He sizes up the creature.
While quickly healing himself, he shouts to the dragon, "Who is this Harbringer, and why does he concern himself with my fate?"
Sándor steadies his lance and waits (again, out of range I hope) for a response).
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I assume I've lost my lance for the moment, correct?
"sizes up the creature" = Knowledge (planes) = [roll]1d20+3[/roll]
HP: 44-12 = 32
Lay on Hands: (2d6)[11]
HP: 32+11 = 43