Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151201230232/@comment-5543592-20151202221217

Ragnar had just piled on the last stone to Nadina's grave, when Scire appeared.

"Everything alright?" The Dunmer asked.

Ragnar rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with another well-wisher.

"I'll take that as a no." Said Scire. "Just, you know, I thought you'd want to lighten up. This place is depressing."

Ragnar didn't respond. To need lightening up meant he felt somber in the first place. He wasn't upset, only disquieted. Who wouldn't be, in his position?

Suddenly, he heard a russel of movement behind him, and turned around. Scire had seized his giant's club and was struggling to carry it.

"What are you doing?" Ragnar asked.

Scire grinned wickedly, before replying. "Cheering you up!" Before dashing off into the forest with the Nord's weapon. Ragnar sighed and glanced around, before following the Dunmer.