Faramir was in trouble, he knew it. He was bleeding to death and he couldn't find Moss Niall's Healing tent through the haze that use to be his vision. The broken arrow protruding from his chest burned, the arrow through his leg, and the other 3 elsewhere on his body weren't doing any better. The huge gash on his right side had slowed in bleeding finnaly.

He had been wandering around on Bavieca since he got out of the maze, getting lost in and around Tera due to his delirious, half-concious state. If he didn't find Moss Niall's Tent soon, he would be dead. The same could probably said for his now armless companion he'd picked in the maze. After severing his left arm, he couldn't leave the man to die, so he tore off the hem of his cloak and used it for a tourniquet, and through him on the back of Bavieca.

In the distance, Faramir could hear the sound of revelrie, but couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from.

"Another first."

Bavieca continued on, her ears picked up a sound. It was Moss's voice! She recognized it from earlier with the encounter with Nion.

Faramir though to himself "So this is how I'm going to die, lost in a big city probably only cubits from the healer's tent." Then it all went black, and Faramir past out.

Bavieca made it the rest of the way, neighing as loud as she could. Moss heard her and ran out to see 2 mortally wounded men on horseback. One laying on the back of the saddle, a bloody stump where his left arm use to be, and another sitting in the saddle, head slumped over, with several arrows sticking out of him, and a broad gash on his right side.