Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190418223601/@comment-25828117-20190421133218

Graicus had to watch where he led Forta for he had nearly trampled a woman rushing past with a baby in her arms there.

The faces of the civilians reminded him of Markarth. No celebration, no triumph over evil... Just broken people everywhere.

Was this victory? The gladiator wondered.

One particularly disturbing image was the sight of a redguard man in torn clothes presenting them with a hollow smile as they rode past. He practically stood in the middle of the road, seemingly alive and well but his dark eyes betrayed that he simply just was 'not there'.

Graicus wondered then, if the man would ever recover. Markarth... The Reach... The mind was a fragile thing.

Up ahead was the chapel road. The houses seemed in tact so that was a good sign at least. This is where Mirella lived; Helian's mother.

A horse stood hitched by the door of Mirella's home. It was clearly Helian's.

"I knew we'd find him here." The gladiator announced, pleased that his hunge had been correct.

Technically, his personal quest had been completed. He had done what he had set out to do. He had delivered Helian back to his mother and his home in Bruma. He could leave and feel content.