Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20160702132725/@comment-28358106-20160707193305

The ride goes well into dark. Tessaeba rides into Whitemarch, shouting to the gate guards to make way. She gallops through the cobbled streets and comes to a halt in front of a two-story stone building, one of the only ones with the gaslights still lit.

As she trots up the door opens, spilling light into the street. An Arachne holding a lantern leans out and looks at them, and then Praetor. She sees Nezon holding him.

"Let him down easily, and put him here," she says, quickly spinning a sling stretcher and holding it with her hands and long forelegs. "Aegis told me what happened.  We have the surgery ready.  Be quick, now."