They had to land on Soniel to reprovision before returning to Arcaean territory. Annoying, but nothing to be done. Jenred hated ships, as a rule. Even more so in the past few years because the cold and wet aggravated his bad leg. His horse liked it even less, apparently, as it was skittish while they moved along the beach toward the fishing village.
Beaches full of sand and small (and some not-so-small) rocks are not an ideal place to ride skittish horses. They make it far more likely that your horse will, say, slip and start to fall.
And even if you have been riding horses for decades, if you have a leg suddenly seized by cramps, you might still be able to leap clear of the falling horse...But not, perhaps, in the direction you wished. You might not, for example, be able to avoid that large rock.
Of course, helmets are wonderful things. But they do not remove any of the force, and you can still be knocked senseless.
And sometimes, when that happens...You do not wake up.
Or, perhaps worse, you do...But nothing you say makes sense. Gibberish flows from your lips, and when you impatiently grab a quill to write...More nonsense flows with the ink.
And sometimes...Even the best Healers are helpless.
