The Blind Warrior, Domruth, has disappeared alongside those who facilitated her rise, leaving the company in the ruins atop weathertop with just their wounds and memories accounting for the intense battle that took place there.
Fiontann is tending to Athlenah's injuries, who went down on the far side of the courtyard and has sent the least injured, Piorra and Lheuwen to hurry back to the Forsaken Inn to get their horses. Boreon was knocked unconscious during the earth tremors earlier. Mornenion is dedicated to unveil where their enemies disappeared to, uncovering tracks towards the east. Arthasdir and Caithryth slump down, with exhaustion, against crumbled the courtyard wall.
Caithryth grimaces as she touches her stomach, where Domruth's swords have cut deep. The mailed glove shimmers red with her own fresh blood still seeping forth as she raises it again, looking at it as if in trance. She closes her eyes again, leaning her head back against the still damp and cold wall, breathing heavily. Her other hand fumbles for her belt pouch, producing a small tin flask which she raises to uncork it with her mouth, thirstily drinking the hard liquor inside, coughing as she lowers the bottle again. With a bit of a distant smile she hands the bottle over to her side, offering it to Arthasdir, but it glides out of her fingers, spilling its contents into the earth. The flask hitting the ground gets his attention, and he leans over to put it back into her fingers with a strange, very calm expression. Caithryth smiles woozily back at him and closes her eyes again as she finally passes out.
