Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24123288-20140214231041

Veneficus was sat in Corelas' bed. The Altmer was sat in the chair beside him. The old man had woken up some time ago and had propped himself up with pillows. The cold grey walls absorbed the heat and kept the place feeling moderate every day of the year. He hadn't seen the citizens he had helped escape the city, nor has he heard any news of mass deaths in the forest.

''They must be alright. No news is good news.''

His head flicked up as he heard the familiar rumble of the chapel doors being pulled open. He still had his duties to attend to and tried to pull himself out of bed, hobbling to the door.