Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190412232101/@comment-25828117-20190418221129

"Good thing there's no caves on our path." Graicus sighed. He knew his flippant comments weren't going to make Clavicus Vile's little treat disappear but he wasn't going to worry about it until the time it's warranted. On they rode. They could see Bruma appear below. The town that normally looked quaint with smoke rising from its little chimneys and bonfires was just as corrupted by the Lau'ada as Solitude and Falkreath had been. Like pus oozing from a wound a black fleshy substance clinged to the chapel like a hornet's nest bringing its dark thoughts with it. "Helian. When we find her... You take your mother and get her somewhere safe, you hear me?" Graicus practically demanded of the lad. "You don't... Of course, Graicus." Helian sighed. Graicus thought this was good. This was perhaps the first time Helian had been man enough for the gladiator to show respect. He gave Helian a clap on the shoulder from which the latter had to recover slightly, rubbing his joints when Graicus turned away. The gladiator turned to look at Meyline and Svieva, see how they were holding up.