Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170720113953/@comment-19164168-20170806202431

"I'm pretty certain that he can take care of himself. He's got that better Breton than me, remember?" Bryn shrugged.

"And what about you? Going to go your own way now?" she asked Hulgarth.

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"And you are still the pathetic idealist as always, Skald. Despite everything you've done and will do for the people, eventually they will hate you. This is the way of things." Freyja noted to Rigmor.

"When ideals and reality collide; It's rarely reality that ever loses and backs down. Remember that." she warned him before leaving for good.

Altera just covered her face with one hand. She could not believe what she had just witnessed.

"...She's right." she sighed, "Dreams end when the dreamer awakens. Reality always ensues when the dreams are shattered and the dreamer awakens.

But she misses the point; The mortal enemy of my Order razed possibly more than half of Winterhold, and she now sees the Nords and every other person in Tamriel as... well, you heard her.

...Regardless, we have to get to my Order before she does. This could be our last chance to get the High Templars to listen. Even if it's very likely they'll just kick us out after blatantly rebuking us, it's still worth a try. Doing nothing is the worst thing." she told Rigmor.

"We need to get to a Wayshrine fast. I know how to get to the Sanctuary of the Templars. Just... prepare for a possible scuffle and war of words, alright? But do not show any form of emotion with words. If you can't at least try to sound as apathetic as possible."