Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-12599067-20150404013740

Malus was conflicted.

As he looked out over the foggy marsh, he couldn't help but marvel at how ridiculously stupid it was for him to be troubled. He'd liberated Falkreath and Morthal. Now he just needed to protect the towns. So why did he feel as if he were making a mistake?

Maybe it was because he was. As a given, there was little good in sitting around and guarding a small group of people while the everyone else wasted away under the iron fist of some Legendary half a world away. Surely the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few?

But he couldn't forgive himself if he turned his back on these people. They needed his help and he had said that he would give it to them.

But surely removing the Alpha Legendries from power would be helping, right?

It was a tough decision to make, but that didn't stop Malus. He kept walking through the marsh and thought and thought as time slowly crept past.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Colossus rerouted his course and began heading back to Morthal. Malus' good sense of direction led him back to the town within about twenty minutes, at which point he promptly began making his way back to the Jarl's hall. He needed to speak with Joric again.