Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-15573488-20140311160436/@comment-25286356-20140312020525

Uther walked towards the ruins of another Fighters' Guild hall. A trail of dark smoke emanated from the pile of ruins and corpses. There need naught for a rescue, but a sermon. While not religious himself, the hulking mercenary insisted on paying his respects to each one of his brothers and sisters. In addition to retribution, Uther took to reciting a prayer of the dead from a dusty old tome on the many sermons of Arkay.