Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-3293219-20140110145247

"He was fortunate, there are few if any normal people out here... mostly goblins, bandits and Eight know what else." Corelas commented as he followed her down the path.

Chapel Cheydinhal
Lilly had Nish charried in his sleeping bag, using it as a sort of stretcher/hammock hybrid. Manja carried the front as Tabith carried the back, grumbling as she went.

They took him down into the undercroft, to be greeted by a worried priest, who was about to scolt Lilly for leaving the chapel in her condition, when she suddenly noticed the condition of the witch's patient.

"By the n- eight... put him on the guest bed!" She insisted, gesturing for them to follow her.

Laliah and Nepht followed behind them, feeling out of place as they watched the needed people walk off to the guest's room, Helseth had sat on a pew as his age had caught up to him.

Nepht began to tug at her mother's arm as Nish was taken into the guest's room. "Is Daniel going to be okay?"

Laliah took a moment or two to respond, "I... I don-"

Don't say 'I don't know!' Her conscience snapped.

"I mean, he's going to be okay..." She looked around, noticing that the gods themselves had given them some privacy. She knelt down in an effort to make her feel better, "C'mon, we'll light a candle for him."