Henri takes a few steps to a nearby bush and vomits. When he finishes, he wipes off the few dripples from around his mouth and walks back to the group. "Should we press on, Grippilin?" he asks. "This fellow is beyond help but I don't think we want a bear around while we camp for the night. Probably not safe to trust the caravan guards to keep a good watch. On the other hand, we don't want one of the other three to be dragged off by another bear while we track this one down."