Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-25828117-20190131184910

Graicus was already moving fast. Walking briskly to the stables to get his horse. Cade could've sprouted roots and turned into a tree where he stood and Graicus still wouldn't have waited or stopped.

He couldn't allow the past to cloud his judgement, but it was going to be really hard. Why would this scar, this wound on his life never fully heal?

The gladiator was about convinced the Reach had become his personal sphere of oblivion.

One last time...