Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181210225416/@comment-25828117-20181212002811

Graicus loosened his grip on the goblet, it tumbled on its side on the table.

Well, did you get what you wanted now?

Somehow, her leaving made him even more angry despite that was exactly what he had asked for. Hopelessly he tried to be rational. He knew he was angry at himself, and not her, and yet. There was no way for him to let it out. And that in turn just fueled the fire.

A temperament that served him well as a fighter to push himself harder and further didn't work well in intimate relationship troubles. Not to mention the huge amounts of internalized guilt he still felt over Pavo's death.

The Innkeeper meanwhile had quickly supplanted the broken goblet with a new one and hurried away just as quickly. Even if he had a doorman, he doubted that any man for hire in Bruma could take on what was currently sitting in his inn.

''When this is over... I will find Helian. I have to... ''

A few hours later Graicus groaned as he got up. He felt bloated and miserable, but at least now he was unable to hold a miserable thought for long enough to really think about it. Drifting from one drunken fancy to another, dulling his memory. It was better than remembering or thinking. He got some coins out from his purse with his numb fingers, plenty to pay for his drinks and the broken goblet he assumed.

He then waddled out to his new room, giggling to himself at one point as he considered how amusing it was, just how many people he travelled with were also damaged or miserable. How apt then, he supposed, for him to be among them. And how horrifying to think that the world depended on them.

''The world, and Helian, and Mirella... And Frasella...''

Graicus could feel the world spinning as he tumbled into the straw and not a minute later he was fast asleep.