Daumantas Ivanov<br/><br/>Daumantas looked over at Vyslav, and nodded. He knew the young man. Of course. He knew almost everyone in some fashion. Nynsk wasn't that big, and the post visited everyone in time. But he didn't have much more then a passing familiarity.<br/><br/>"I don't know. Found the gel in the middle of the road, collapsed. Dunno what is wrong with her. She's not dressed for this winter, but I'm not a Doctor. May just be she needs a warm bed, or it might be worse. I planned to have one of the priests look at her. They know more about this kind of thing then I."<br/><br/>He shrugged.<br/><br/>"I'll be taking it slow. Jostling her about will make it worse, and if she just needs warming, Rychlik should do the trick."<br/><br/>The horse snorted, and tried to eat Vyslav's hat.