"This trip has left me out of practice, but even then, I do have trouble engaging armored targets in close combat. No miracles can cut through armor, and I've never had very good weapons. Where can I buy some here?" Aria did not realize it before, but as an undead hailing from a land of hollows, souls were her only currency. Nobody would accept souls here, in this civilized land. "Oh... It seems I may not be able to afford them. Well, then, I can heal you, anyway." She holds her chime and utters a short prayer.