Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190418223601/@comment-25828117-20190421194148

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: "Shall we go inside, Graicus?" Cade said, dropping down. "Mirella will want to thank us." Graicus turned to Cade to give him a curt nod.

He didn't want to intrude but perhaps it was best to see if everything was in order.

The gladiator dismounted and hitched Forta by the door alongside Helian's steed. He gave her a re-assuring pat on the neck. The streets of Bruma were still filled with a sense of residual despair and he wanted his horse to remain calm. She had been rolling her eyes and snorting restlessly for a while now. Once that had been taken care of Graicus made his way to the door. It stood open but there was no sign of force. "Mirella?" Graicus asked with a softer voice than usual. "Helian?" There was no response. Not at first. Once Graicus was through the portal he could see Helian kneeling beside a chair that had its back turned to the door. The same chair in which Cade had spend the night that one time. Helian looked up while he held the hand of the person sitting in the chair. His eyes seemed like they had been glazed over. His expression almost completely blank. "What's wrong?" Graicus asked -- no -- demanded. His voice raising to his usual volume. "She's..." Graicus could feel his heart sink and made several quick steps so he could join Helian by her side. She wasn't dead. But she looked wrong. Lifeless. Mirella looked straight ahead, not even acknowledging her son or Graicus.