Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20150805193950/@comment-26863727-20150812235546

"Lovely. You're even more cold and incompassionate than before. And you know, the Daedra will destroy you, eventually. They always do." Haldir says bitterly. The tone of his voice makes you think that he has a personal reason to believe this. He conjures up his Healing Hands, and sets to work on keeping Thèoden alive. Once he's stable, Haldir leaves for a few minutes and comes back with a bowl of yellow liquid. "Drink this fluid." He ordered. Thèoden swallows the substance, and upon finishing, he hands the bowl back to Haldir. He felt much better, and realized that the shattered kneecap he had sustained in the fight, and the other deeper wounds that Haldir's spell hadn't fully fixed, were healing, and strength was returning to his body. "What was that?" He asks, as most of you would I'm sure. "My secret recipe for a combination of healing and stamina potions. I'm suprised it was so strong, it was a rush job this time. But you're alive, and that's what's important. Praise Eru that banishing the Daedra back to Oblivion didn't kill you!" Haldir says.