Beaten but not broken...

"Sshh" the man whispered, as he slowly unbound her hands. Anadia drifted in and out of consciousness, her body limp and covered with blood. The old boatman Tahandor carefully removed the ropes from around her neck and ankles. "I've got ya girlie.", he spoke. With wounds fresh and blood flowing, Anadia the honorable Bladesinger attempted to speak. "...Dr...", although her gurgled words would not break sound before she drifted off once more. The old boatman looks down upon the naked elven woman he now carries, his eyes swelling with tears. "I saw it all....I saw." Across the river he'd take her, to the City of Song for sure. "I will get ye' all patched up..." He wraps her dark cloak about her seemingly frail frame, as the sudden onslaught of cold weather reared. Across the river they'd sail, to find a healer in Myth Drannor.