Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200115032614/@comment-7262318-20200116031718

"... I'm long removed from the man I was once," He spoke, taking a seat on his porch steps. "That was a... well, a lifetime ago."

"That excuses nothing."

"It doesnt'... I know," The man nodded.

"You harbored slaves. You beat them like dogs."

"That I did..." He shrugged. "It haunts me to this day, the... things that I've done. Things that I would hope I could remain buried, but..."

"Avarus died because of you."

He took in a breath. "... I didn't know it was unstable-"

"You did! Yes you did!" Shrava shrieked. "You knew, and you sent those... you sent them to their deaths anyways!"

"I-"

"This One has suffered every day... every night... because of you!"

The Old Dunmerwas silent. Shrava had tears running down her face. "And now... you, you expect her to just turn a blind eye to all the atrocities and the horrors that you've commited... All the suffering you have spread, you wish for it to be scooted under the rug, hm?"

Reloth merely looked up at her and said "I have a wife now... a kid... I've, done a lot in Cheydinhal. You know, uh... philanthropic-wise."

"And you think that counts as attonement."

"It's a start," He said, wearily. "It'll never be enough, but... it's a start."