[i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2uyWOlKGcM]Drums[/url]… Drums in the distance…

And singing… A thousand thousand voices lifted in perfect harmony, singing tales of glory in the old tongue.

Singing of [/i]her[i] glory… Calling to her….

No greater honour than to die in battle….[/i]

No.

The world snapped back into focus suddenly and sharply. The drums in the distance faded to be nothing but a throbbing in her head. She could feel something wrapped around her middle, and see Zaveeds lips moving, but the words didn’t seem to be comprehensible. She tried to push herself up, but the whole world spun from the movement. Reigenleif reached for her staff - not there. Gently turning her head, she could see it in the hands of a prisoner.

She raised a hand before her face, she could see every detail, dirt from the prison floor and the red of her own blood staining the the pale skin. She thought hard about wanting to feel better. For a moment, golden light swirled through her fingers, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came. Still, there was a warm feeling from the thing wrapped around her, and she began to feel more herself. She managed to push herself to a sitting position, just in time to see Zaveed pulling her staff sharply away from the prisoner that had taken it before presenting it to her. She took the magical weapon from him with a meek smile, still somewhat dazed.

The movement of bodies around her reminded her that they were supposed to be moving quickly. She planted the end of the long staff into the ground, and in one monumental effort, pulled herself to her feet. The world spun once more, but before she could fall she found herself being steadied by a multitude of hands. What the hands didn’t help with though, was the sharp pain in her her abdomen. Her off hand went immediately to press against the source and she bent over from it, remaining steady only by leaning heavily on her staff.

At the very least, the pain tore through the dazed veil on Reigenleif’s senses, and with a rush almost as abrupt as the one where she was yanked away from the gates of Sovngarde, the world flooded back into proper focus. It was loud, with much shouting and footsteps. The necessary states of mind and gestures to cast spells began to return to her, and the moment she could recall a spell of healing, she made the gesture with her free hand. There was a shimmer of golden light around her, and once it had dissipated she was able to stand almost straight. The pain remained, but it was a little duller than before.

It was only then she realised her comrades were still looking at her with concern on their faces. “I have a few more glorious battles in me yet before Sovngarde...” She managed with a smile and a chuckle that she immediately regretted, pain shooting through her middle. “Lead on.” She said as she began to hobble forward, putting much of her weight on the staff.