Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141127202735/@comment-12599067-20141128171500

Veranwen, although under the affects of the pain-killing potion, still winced and grit her teeth when Kasra drew the arrow out of her ankle, although it didn't hurt nearly as much as it would have without the potion. She visibly relaxed once the arrow was gone, however, although the wound continued to throb like a sore bruise even after Kasra had healed it. Still, that was better than having an arrow in her ankle, for at least she could put enough weight on it to rise to her feet on her own, albeit somewhat shakily. She tested it and came to the conclusion that she should be able to walk, although she might have to use her staff as a support. She smiled warmly and nodded in thanks to Kasra, for lack of a better way to show gratitude.

"We good?" Ranwulf asked, to which Veranwen nodded in answer. "Good. Now, let's keep moving, folks. We should be able to make it to Skyrim by nightfall and maybe make it to Falkreath, but I don't want to be spending the night freezing my arse off up here if we don't."

(And with that, I must go. See you all in a few hours.)