Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191114020701/@comment-5543592-20191115012618

Cade tried to take solace in Lysilde's words, and for a moment appeared to regain himself, but seeing Helian's horse without its rider made him begin crying anew. He was a mess out, eyes puffy and bloodshot, upper lip caked in snot. Cade was an ugly crier.

Nyasia put her hand on her scimitar and drew it part way, just to feel it's comforting weight in her hand. She imagined taking some powder from Dibella's Rose, inhaling it, and then walking back into the Aerie. Imagined cutting Melinore to pieces. The image was not any more comforting than her current reality.