Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-7262318-20191009153641

Shrava watched the man go and proceeded back down the stairs. She cared little for if the partygoers were men and women that they had rescued. In her eyes, everyone had been tainted by that foul influence. Leave any of them alive, and they’ll just go and restart this charade again elsewhere. If there was any way to stop it, it would be by cutting out the entire cancerous tumor.

Lysilde be damned. They needed to die. All of them.

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“I guess,” Garran shrugged. “But I still don’t understand what y’all are expecting out of me. I’m a hunter in the woods. I wake up, kill a few rabbits, maybe the odd highwayman from time to time, then I go to bed. And now fate here wants me to run all across Tamriel and fight toe to toe with some Daedric magic...”