Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-32663439-20141103051940

Geistlig's eyes opened. "A-a snow elf? Vampire? Are you saying a nightstalker falmer defiled my lord like this? Where is the bastard? I'll kill him myself? I'll rip his pale throat from his body! I'll-" Geistlig stopped. Something was touching him. It was Tate. Tate whispered, only barely, "Peace, Geistlig." He closed his eyes again, exhausted from that very sentence.