"Getathane holds fast and does not suffer injury as severe as most, he has suffered far worse," said a voice coming back down from the road, "It seems you have taken the liberty to treat him, I thank you." Arcon came back down the lane, sword sheathed, blood slightly trickling down his neck. He stopped and bowed to the group standing around helping his horse. "I have herbs for use in healing any wounds he might recieve, and it appears Gethathane shall need some now."
Arcon went over and rubbed his horse's forehead and patted his neck. He talked softly to the horse in elvish, which instantly calmed the steed due his master's return. Arcon inspected the wound, studying it closely for a minute, patted Getathane's neck once again, and walked over to Bethberry.
Upon seeing Naaramare safe, with a look of slight exhiliration in her eyes, Arcon smiled at her, realizing what happened. Turning to Bethberry, "I believe I will need you help my dear Bethberry," Arcon said softly and politely. "That is if you are up to it? I need you to boil these herbs," he said, removing a handfull from a leather satchel on his belt, "until the aroma is fragrant and the water thick. I will try to bring Getathane closer to us, to see exactly what condition he is in."
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