Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26210095-20170720015045/@comment-26210095-20170720021058

A few of the guards snicker. "Sun-sick fool." Veantur says with a victorious smile as he turns around, back towards the warcamp. "Bring him to the camp, have the medics treat him for heat-sickness and give him something to drink."

The camp is somewhat hastily assembled, but orderly nonetheless. Imrahil is led on a stretcher to Veantur's own tent, where he is stripped of his armor, and treated with ice and cold water. Veantur, now dressed in his elegant military uniform, waits for him to regain his senses.