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Gagging on some vile liquid that had been forced down his mouth, Thantos, wakes up, feeling very groggy and extremely unsteady. He feels himself being pulled up and supported and lets whomever it is that has him, direct the way.
He sees shapes and chaos all around him but feels a surreal calming presense from the touch of his helper. Concentrating on not tripping, he barely notices that he has now come inside and is being helped down to the floor. Looking up finally, he notices Father Quadrial looking down at him.
"Thank you Father. I don't know what happened to me but please accept my thanks for getting me to safety. It must have been you that forced that liquid down my throat. I can already feel the liquid warming me and giving me strength. A little more rest and I think I'll be able to stand and fight."
Reaching into his backpack he grabs a small loaf of bread and hungrily eats it.
"Father, I don't really remember anything after entering this village. Just bits and pieces of a nightmare. I seem to remember riding into town but I don't remember what I did with my warhorse. Do you happen to know if he's ok?"
Thantos, then does a quick weapons and equipment check. It appears that whenever he left his horse, he made sure to grab all his weapons, but only very few of his rations. It looks to him like whomever was controlling him wasn't interested in keeping him alive for too long.
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