Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-5543592-20191229233239

Cade glanced at her and then quickly finished the prayer,

"And may the great dragon god Akatosh sweep you up into his embrace and forever shield you.  So be it."

Nyasia moved to the head of the grave, Baldr's sword held in clutched in two hands. She raised it high above her head, pointed down, and then drove it into the ground. There was a sound like ice cracking as the blade situated itself in the frozen earth, and when Nyasia let go it stood there, quivering.

"There," she murmured. "you won't be without it.  And everyone who sees it will know what you were."

Cade looked between Nyasia and the sword without saying a word, then turned towards Lysilde. "It would be good to rest." He agreed.