Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190217022144/@comment-25828117-20190218120701

Graicus, Nohaden'Cade and Meyline stayed in Markarth to rest and heal from their latest brush with mortality and to oversee the city returning to normal.

Sadly for the citizens of the dwarven city the induced sedation did not wipe their memories once they snapped out of their trance. All that they had done was still very much at the forefront of their mind, as were the corpses of those labored to death lining the streets. The city turned into a mourning one. A somber mood barely restrained the discontent and bitter rage the citizens felt underneath.

As for those who got the blame... Ulren's unrecognizable body was propped up to be a forsworn leader that had led this sick attack on the city with his reachmen and women that were seen fleeing the scene after they were defeated by Nohaden'Cade: The Champion of Holda Silver-Blood, the Silver-Blood matriarch that would now oversee the city's restoration and return to normalcy. Graicus had asked to remain somewhat anonymous in all of this and was thus relegated to be a mere subordinate of the good sir knight Nohaden'Cade in the rumors spreading around the city; though few recognized him as Graicus of Anvil, the arena gladiator. Meyline too, preferred not to bask in the necessary falsehoods that would keep this city from tearing itself apart, wishing to be well away from this rotten metropole.

There rested only one thing to do however. Look around town for Helian, and pray he wasn't among the dead...

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Two days had passed and Graicus was up early. The wounds had been mostly healed by the strong potions by now and he could walk without the aid of the spear now.

He had been given a small room next to Cade's princely chambers in the keep. He was after all, a hero...

He knocked on the door of the knight's bedroom, wishing for him to get ready so they could ask around the city, and perhaps also buy new weapons should the shops be open.