Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190214203023

(Jester) The mourners all place their candles upon the stones marking the fresh graves of the fallen and one by one they funnel out of the site until the only movement is the flickering candles against the wind. Candle flames dance in the cold breeze and light up site for all inside the castle to see. In respect for those who are gone, the candles are left to burn until the wick is depleted.

Roda does not return to the castle she instead walks slowly home, uncaring of the cold. She couldn’t be bothered by it such a thing, as the foul smell Pramool’s Fire created still lingers in the air. It was a constant reminder of the fellow nurse staff that were caught in the eruption and it assaulted her senses, give her the urge to vomit. No parties, socializing, dancing or music occupied the streets, it was a quiet as the graves that now lay beyond the wall.