Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-25479322-20140930150058

Galathil was weak, but not helpless, under his tattered clothes were his hands, preparing to conjure a frost atronach to cover up his escape.

He conjured it quickly, then put on his hood and ran, he ran towards the hospital. He needed medical attention badly, and once he reached the front door, after knocking. He fainted.