Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20160716220931/@comment-24760123-20160726021402

Lyris wriggled out of Jordan's arms, landing on her feet. it looked like the half-breed was fully healed.

"Madam!" Aenar and Tiberius came rushing down a set of stairs to Jordan's left. Lyris looked at them, a look of huge relief on her face. Lyris hugged Aenar, and kissed Tiberius' cheek.

"Talos save me, I thought I had lost the two of you! What of the rest of the Cult?"

Aenar pointed at a encampment at the top of the stairs, where Talos Cult soldiers milled around. Lyris grinned, for the first time since High Hrothgar. She then turned to Aenar.

"What happened up on Snow-Throat?"

Aenar sighed. "The Dwemer and Vampire came back. We tried to hold them off, but..." The Commander of the Ordinators shrugged.

"I should've been there." Lyris muttered. "Snow-Throat might've never fallen..."