Ice hurries to remain caught up with the rest of the group. Her leg is sore from where the skeletal courser clamped down on it with its boney maw. Phoebe seems to notice and slows a little as they reach the stairs leading back up the tower and out of the catacombs. The woad dun pangere winces as her hoof comes down on the stone surface, but she powers through. If she stops she’s done for. That’s what spells the end for so many new adventurers like herself.

After what feels like an eternity they finally emerge from the tower and out into the open air. Ice limps off to the side, trying to minimize the pressure on her poor injured leg. Phoebe steps up to her with a look of concern, “Hey, how’re you doing?”

Ice gives a pained smile, “Sore, but I’ll be okay. It barely broke the skin.”

Phoebe nods, “You should get that checked out by a healer. Just to be safe.” She smiles, “You did good in there for your first time. I’d be happy to go back into the dungeons with you in the future.”

The woad dun pangere gives a grateful smile, “Thank you. After I’ve healed up, I’d love to go adventuring again.”

With that, the horses part. Ice takes her time heading back, nursing her injured limb along the way.