Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-5614539-20150629060859

Helios7719 wrote: Before long, Prometheus stirred again. A woman was propping him up against a rock. "Wh-who are you?" he muttered weakly, but the woman merely focussed, intent on her task. As she held her hands out above Prometheus, a warm glow suffused his body and he felt the dislocated and broken shoulder knit back together. "I watched what happened," the woman commented as she worked, "I would have helped, but I.. I can't really fight." Prometheus observed the sword in her belt, wondering, but put aside his questions. She gave him a little water, before saying, "Try your arm." Finally, he rolled his shoulder. It felt good as new. She helped him to his feet, saying, "It's a short walk to Windhelm from here. Let us make pace."

Prometheus leaned on his staff, walking through the town with the woman in white robes beside him. They had not talked during their journey, though the girl seemed jovial enough. Before long, they had reached the palace,at which point Prometheus entered, looking for a leader of some sorts.