Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-11457306-20140301024800

M'Nara bit her lip. She wanted to scold the prince, but it was not her place. Instead, she went looking for something that could be used as a crutch. She found an oar washed up on the bank of the river and began to pad it with sacks and leather strips. She hurried over and offered it to him.

"Please, my Lord Prince, use this.  Your foot will not heal if you don't--and you will be a cripple."