Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24123288-20140203142043

Veneficus sighed and stood from his desk, the previous nights visitors had been a strange lot indeed.

''A Black Argonian, An Undead Abomination and that Nord blathering about some sort of Order. I just want to teach and pray, not deal with the war. ''

The old man stepped out of his room and quietly walked over to the bedroom adjacent from his own. He sighed again, peering at the handle, looking at his withered old hand resting on it.

Definitely not like you used to be...

Veneficus shook his head, dispelling such thoughts out of his mind and pushed open the door. It was time to see an old friend.

"Good morning. How are you doing today?"

The Altmer looked up from the book he was reading. It was a book meant for children, a story to keep them entertained on cold winters nights. Really, it was a miracle he could read at all.

"Kor..." The Altmer mumbled. As if he was struggling to see past the cell bars his mind was trapped in.

"That's right. Your name is Corelas.." Veneficus replied kindly, encouraging the High Elf to speak.

He attempted to say what was on his mind several times before eventually giving up. Corelas lost focus quickly and sighed, waiting for his aide to take him round the garden again.

"I see..." Veneficus muttered to himself.

''His progress has been astounding. Especially the past few years. He has become such an asset to this Chapel with his healing abilities. It certainly helps ease my burden. ''

 "I'll leave you to your walk, old friend."

And with that, the Imperial left Corelas sitting on his bed. He made his way up out of the undercroft and prayed at the Altar like he does every morning.

''Arkay keep him safe, and grant him his memories when the Nine see fit... ''