[h3][b]Sir Kherun Zeydria[/b][/h3]

The young druid was pleased at the fact that he had captured a survivor. As he rode back to Candaeln on the back of his horse Wedge, Kherun went over the battle countless times in his head. The rush of actual combat still coursed through Kherun’s body, his blood pumping, his hair standing up on its own.

But what he also felt was the pain in his upper arm. That last minute hit from a mercenary had throbbed for several hours now. But even with that injury, Kherun felt himself lucky that he hadn’t been beheaded or something like that in his first battle. Watcher seemed to agree with this thought, hooting loudly as he flew right above the young knight.

The ride back to Candaeln was slower this time, as he was not in a rush to join a battle and that the knights had to take it slower with their injuries. Also injured was the mercenary that Kherun found. The prisoner was still wrapped in the plant roots and slumped over the back of a horse. Kherun figured that he would probably survive the ride back to the fort.

And sure enough the prisoner did survive as he was handed off to the guards for questioning. Shortly after the knights returned to the fort, Kherun quietly retired to his quarters. Quickly falling asleep, the druid’s dreams would be filled of clanging steel and bloodshed. When he did awake the next morning, Kherun found that his arm hurt even worse. Lifting up his garments, Kherun saw that there was a massive black and purple bruise on his arm.

Calling upon his druidic knowledge, Kherun remembered a herb that would reduce swelling and duration of a bruised body part. Getting dressed, Kherun left his quarters for the market. As the young knight made his way among the early morning shops and stalls, he quickly spotted what he was looking for. While the herb wasn’t particularly rare, it didn’t grow anywhere close to the fort.

Paying a little bit more than he thought it would be, Kherun would take a bandage and wrap it around the herb on top of his bruise. With his connection to nature, Kherun could immediately tell that it was working. Satisfied with his purchase, Kherun would begin to wander the streets.

Soon he found himself in the garden of the fort. As he walked through the patches of roses, Kherun saw the Knight-Captain leaving the mixed deity shrine. Wondering if she had been praying, Kherun realized that he knew so little about the captain as he wasn’t sure who she worshiped.

Figuring that he should pray to the god who he professed a belief in, Kherun sat in front of the statue of Mayon. Reciting the age old prayers of this belief system, Kherun closed his eyes and spoke silently. Though he hadn’t been born into the Mayonite faith, Kherun did take comfort in their practices.

After two minutes of reciting prayer and directing thoughts to the deity, Kherun stood back up. Figuring that he was now covered spiritually, the young druid decided to head toward the training area. Looking back on his first battle, there was a lot he could do the improve. Plus his arm had already started hurting less, which means he could probably swing a sword properly.