Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170804144241/@comment-7262318-20170808031954

Sangiin glared down at the Nord and wagged a finger at him. "Your wits? My boy, even as Bouros, you never had wit. But if it's a meal you want, then so be it,"

He turned down the hall, heading down a long corridor with a window showing him a giant view of the blood fields. It was amazing, to be in a place where gilded markings ran from end to end and reflected off of the marble floor, which was decorated in lavish velvet rugs and more busts and statues of the Blood Khajiit, to look outside and see hell itself.

And stomping around out there, was a Blood Titan. Towering over the souls and creatures wandering through the blood and fire, glaring at each creature. It left footsteps in the bedrock as it walked, draggings it's giant mace across the landscape.

"Do you remember fighting that?" Sangiin asked. "I'm sure it would remember you."

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"Well, I'm not really sure what it means. I mean, I don't even know if you love him or not..."

Delusul arched an eyebrow and took a bite from his chicken. "Do you?"