Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140813223809/@comment-18750685-20140817014803

Saren once again concealed his pain behind a stoic, frowned expression and faint barely audible groans. The mother's anger grew with each of seven swings, screaming and cursing him a dozen times over. The other women covered their children's eyes or escorted them back into the wooden hallway.

The mother eventually twisted a step and fell into the mud. Saren mustered his strength and helped her up, throwing the rope into the burnt carcasses. She cried and begged to know why he had done this, but the Dunmer did not answer. Simply...

"I have bled the pain you felt as layers of flesh matched your anger. May you forever remember this moment." Saren spoke, softly, as he dressed back into his armour, not bothering to clean or close his wounds.