Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-3293219-20140205233422

Kaizen moved over to Cicero, seeing the Night Mother's coffin in the corner of the room. The imperial had opened it, displaying the mother's corpse to her dark children, for them to take in and revere.

Bologra and Larius were confused by the tradition but both were aware that the Dark Brotherhood were... 'morbid' to say the least. It was something that they'd have to learn to get used to...

Kaizen approached the keeper, feeling some shame. "I apologise that your home coming wasn't exactly... pleasant. As I said, we've been re-establishing the order, here in Cheydinhal."

"Oh no, don't worry, Cicero understands dear listener. Why, you should have seen the sanctuary in Falkreath, when we arrived!" He leaned forward and whispered, "vermin... everywhere!" He sighed a happy sigh as he remembered the great times he had with the last listener... on the hunt. "Such a gracious host... nothing like that fowl nord. No respect, NO RESPECT for the Night Mother! No respect... for poor... sweet... Cicero." He ended on a whimper.

Kaizen rolled his eyes in agreement, he knew that feeling...

"We have several beds available..." He began, hoping to change topic, "We're short on rooms, so you'll have to use the murderer's common room. But you'll have it to yourself, for the time being..."

"Wonderful! Cicero enjoys the thought of working for such an respectful youth! Respectful to keeper... to Cicero..." With that the imperial took his lead, leaving the three of them baffled by his... odd behaviour.

The black argonian shook his head and went to feed his prisoner, feeling kind of bad that his interractions with her were limited to that of a dog.

Perhaps he should try talking to her again...