Thread:Dragonfire4433/@comment-39095121-20190426214357/@comment-35042251-20190921171218

While some of the other guards hurried the wounded one to the infirmary and a few others ran off to fetch Zeru, Silverskies was eased into a chair by two of her nymph attendants and a goblet full of a steaming liquid pushed into her hand. “Drink some, m’lady. It’ll help you feel better.” One of the nymphs said, a sympathetic expression on her face.

Silverskies shook her head sadly, but sipped some of the hot liquid. “Thank you, dear. Please go send a message to my son Clay, I want to see him soon.” She said in a tired, creaky old voice.

With a bow, the nymph turned and vanished into a gust of wind that blew down the hall.