Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141202231035/@comment-29458028-20141212011949

Virenna awoke, slowly, painfully. She had been out cold and she did not remember anything. She saw bandages covering her whol body, but she still had a short dress and her boots on. Her cloak was mysteriously undamaged.

A vigorous magicka potion was beside her. Virenna picked it up and drank after she cast healing spells on herself many, many times, using the magicka replenished to heal herself even more. A note near her read:

You don't expect me to keep an eye on you all the time, do you?

Virenna shuddered. It was her master. He was a stalker...

She saw the Bretons that she was with not far away. Getting up was painful even with all the healing, but she staggered over, using her sword as a walking stick.