Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150827222708/@comment-29559990-20150903210104

Vordel said nothing, holding the fallen bosmer in his arms and gazing at his lifeless face. A small trail of blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth...

''And it's all. your. fault...''

Vordel put his head into Denon's chest, and silently let a tear stroll down his cheek. Still, he kept silent. Not a sob. Not a whimper. Nothing.

He lifted the Bosmer up, and turned to the group, the tear now more visible.

"Find the exit," He strained.