Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-12599067-20141024002302

Dralnach dropped his bag and swiftly shed his armor before he slipped into the warm spring water once again, closing his eyes and letting out a quiet hum of contentment as he relaxed. The spring had been ignored by the invading Altmer and was hidden from the sights and sounds of battle-scarred Arenthia, as well as remarkably quiet and peaceful. Even the normally tense Reachman was able to earn a sense of tranquility from the isolated spring, although it very well could have been solely because of how tired he was. But regardless of how at ease Dral was, he had not forgotten that soon they would be heading out for battle, and although he didn't want to, the Reachman forced himself to stop relaxing and dove under the water to scoop up a handful of the coarse sand to clean the blood and ash off his skin.

When the women had been making their way down the stairs, they had caught a brief glimpse of Ma'Jharo sifting through ash and dust-covered armor in search of his sword. However, once they had actually reached Malachi, Ma'Jharo was nowhere to be seen.