Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181204194214/@comment-25828117-20181210015655

Graicus and Mirella talked and would reminisce about the past. He would laugh like he wouldn't often and she would drink. But their past was marred by sadness. Graicus had met Mirella once before when the legion came through Bruma on the road to The Reach for their campaign against the Forsworn. She had been the local sweetheart of his best friend Pavo. When Graicus came down that accursed mountain range, scarred, friendless and lost some years into the campaign he found Mirella begging him to help her. She had a son now. Pavo's son. Helian. Born of that one fateful night before they left. Her father had tossed her out, disgraced her. Graicus saw it as his duty, to his fallen comrade to help her get out of Bruma. And he did. Before he was called back to that mountain and would wither there for years more to come. "Helian will be alright." Graicus assured her while he held her hand. "Especially if the lad's anything like his father." He added with a smile. - Frasella wandered the streets of Bruma. She was alone in the cold streets of the northern town. The night was dark and clouded. Not a star nor moon in the sky. The windows illuminated the streets with mocking scenes of family warmth inside. A small look into the lives of others by each passing window. A pleasant sight perhaps. And then she saw Graicus. Graicus was smiling. Holding hands with a woman by a gentle fire. He looked happy.