Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140822032436/@comment-10906938-20140829024355

Celanar didn't see any activity by the creepy door, other than all the blood and the dead horse. He wanted to investigate, but knew it wasn't as important.

He had no plan as to what to do. The Thalmor would have spies in every town, watching for wounded knights to come limping back. He needed the supplies, though. Galadir was not in good condition. He needed to get out of the biting sea wind coming off the sea.

Galadir came to when they were riding into town. He stumbled weakly off the horse as Celanar turned the poor beast over to the stableboy. They kept their hoods up as they entered the inn. Galadir and Celanar wolfed their bowls of stew. After their meal, the two ordered a room and retired to it. Celanar peeled off his brother's sodden bandages and let him heal the wounds. The spell didn't come out nearly as strong as it would have previously and put Galadir into a deep sleep.