Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-5543592-20190210021133

Cade nodded. He leaned back against a particularly large rock, armor scraping on stone, and shut his eyes.

He dreamed of warm Stormhaven summers, spring nights in the city of Wayrest, his bed at the Enclave of the Hourglass. The Reach was foreboding and miserable. There was no evil here, only suffering. There was no good, only bad and worse.