"...Splinters, hmm?"
Thaedrin folded his arms and resumed the hike back to Weisshaupt; it was easily another mile before they met more Wardens, on their way to stifle the fire of the watchtower before it spread to the surrounding woods. When that task was done, they picked up the Constable and his party on the way back. A derisive comment about how much Diocles loved riding double was in order, but Thaedrin hadn't the energy to make it. He'd had the presence of mind to receive reports of what had happened in their absence, but the scenery as they neared the fortress told the tale just as easily, and twice as quickly. Darkspawn. He hadn't expected anything else.
A healer found Ghil and brought her inside to treat her arrow wound, but the woman seemed to be in no hurry. She sat patiently in the Great Hall with her mail and breastplate beside her on the floor, as magic knitted her flesh back together.
The Constable took himself to his quarters in the barracks. He had managed not to lose the recruits in battle, but he would not know what became of his men until they turned up themselves, dead or alive. The sight of his singed and blood-stained uniform infuriated him enough to throw the delicate gloves and fur-lined cloak into the fireplace. He couldn't stand the feel of it. He made the attempt to at least be pleased to have been invited to the Commander's table this evening, but...
"You too, Komnenos."
...it was no use.
Meanwhile, Ghil gestured to her comrades, her shoulder freshly treated and bandaged. To Ulrin, she said "You did not die. I am surprised."
