Thorgan went looking for Pegawen. He opened the door to their room slowly and peeked in and saw Allassiel laying down. He smiled and shut the door quietly to let her continue resting. He had not seen Pegawen there and figured she would be over with the wounded. He walked over and found her talking to one of the wounded. Walking over the soldier looked up and tried to sit up, but Thorgan pushed him down on to the bed again. "You take it easy soldier." he smiled at the young man. He then turned to Pegawen. "You might want to go to the gate at the other end of the Fortress. There is a large herb garden one of the Elves is pulling weeds from. It looks to have all sorts of things there that might be useful to you.<br/><br/>That was when the soldier spoke up. "My prince, I will no longer be able to serve you as a soldier. I can not feel my legs and I can not walk." he hung his head in sorrow. Thorgan looked at Pegawen but knew that she could not do anything. Only some sort of powerful magic, healing magic could do something for the young soldier.<br/><br/>"We will see about that." Thorgan said. "There is always a way. You leave that to me. You heal up."<br/><br/>The young man nodded as there was a call from the wall. He ran to the stairs and ran up them to look out at the plains. A group of riders were riding hard to make it to the Fortress. The horses were fleet afoot and seemed to move more swiftly then any he had seen before. As they drew closer, he could see that they wore armor of the Elves. In their lead he could tell was a woman, and even with her helm he recgonized her as she got closer, Glendilina. Her and her escort of Elven warriors entered the gate and once inside the gate was closed and secured. He descended to the courtyard to greet her. "Greetings Lady Glendilina. What brings you here?"<br/><br/>She chuckled. "Ah Prince Thorgan." she said as she slipped from her horse to the ground. "I came because I knew there would be need for my talents." she smiled. She took a deep breath. "I see you already have had a bloody conflict here. There are wounded, yes? Take me to them. I know your friend Pegawen can heal some wounds and ease the pain and suffering of many, but I have a more powerful magic that served well in the war of the Undead. Take me to them.<br/><br/>He took her arm and lead her over to where the wounded was. "Pegawen, we have a visitor." he called out to her.<br/><br/>Glendilina laughed, and she held out her arms for Pegawen, "Pegawen my dear. I have come to help."<br/><br/>Elves, men and dwarfs gathered around as the regal form of Glendilina walked to the wounded and Pegawen. The Elves knew of her, some perhaps knew her well. The Dwarfs for sure knew her by name and gave a bow of respect as she passed them. The humans just stared in wonder. The Elves about them were one thing, but the way she carried herself and just her presence seemed to enchant them.