Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20160702132725/@comment-28358106-20160707185659

Seeing that, the others are stunned.

"We need to get him to Whitemarch immediately.  Tessaeba, get him there as quickly as you can," Melsare says as Praetor is lifted onto the back of the lead Centaur and harnessed into place. "Ive used a sigil that will slow the bleeding for now, but you must hurry."

"Right!  Hold my hands, lording!  Don't let go!" The husky-voiced, dark-skinned Centaur takes off like the wind, Aegis flying nearby.