Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151107211046/@comment-29559990-20151108221630

Vordel sat plopped down in the snow, blood silently dripping into the snow and slowly turning the white ground a sad crimson color.

"What am I gonna do..." He muttered. This question had plagued his thoughs since Whiterun, but yet he had found no answer. How often Hafnir spoke on the ideas of helping the cannibal cult of Windhelm walk a clean path, but he never listened to him. He was too busy cleaning cultist blood from the axe...

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"Good fire or not, it just feels good to be indoors and relaxing," He chuckled.