Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170817084409/@comment-17114085-20170917225646

Arch-Paladin Athyis stated adamantly. "The survival of our race depends on it."

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Rigmor entered the inn and sat at the bar. He sighed and ordered a drink for him and Erich.

Erich took a bottle of spiced ale and drank it, before saying. "At least we got Ursine back."

Rigmor nodded. "Aye, that's true. But we lost 189 good people for it." He grabbed a mug of mead and drank it down in a mouthful. "You know, my father told me how he, Ralof and Ulfric were set to die in this very town but through luck and determination they fought their way out and made it to safety. Not long after that my old man joined the Stormcloaks and fought in the Civil War alongside those same men. Both of them are dead now."

Erich drank another sip. "Losing friends is hard. I can't help but feel sorry for him when he hears about this."

Rigmor drank another mouthful and finished the mug, slamming it on the table. "That Bone-Breaker was right, we should be toasting their sacrifice instead of moaping around. They are gone, all we can do for them is offer them our praise and gratitude."

He grabbed his lute and headed to the middle of the inn, playing a song of battle and valor for the patrons in honor of the men that died. He didn't know them all particularly well, but he had a bit of survivor's guilt over the whole ordeal.