Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-31940900-20131209221432/@comment-5735114-20131214001523

(Yeah, sorry I was gone for so long...)

Z'shal sat nearby the Breton's bed, waiting to see if she'd stir. Once the two had arrived in Windhelm, Z'shal was already thoroughly tired and worn from travel, the unfamiliar route neccessary for getting her to Windhelm proved to be dangerous. Plus, carrying someone across half of Skyrim was no easy task. However, when they had finally arrived, Z'shal had found there were enough alchemical ingredients in store and a suitable enough alchemical station for Z'shal to prepare a strong health potion. Giving it slowly and carefully to the female Breton while she slept, Z'shal found himself hoping she'd survive, if only to ensure his journey was for nothing. Seeing her wake up relieved Z'shal. "Feeling better?"