Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190214192320

From an elevated balcony the Warden watched over the grieving masses, his blackened helmet dimly lit by the warm glow of candles and torches.

His arms steepled and kept him up as he rested on stone railings. He dared not join the masses lest he ruin their grieving with his presence. He found it odd how he did not care much for the loss of life. Normally he would be furious should any man be killed but now he found it hard to sympathize. The Warden began to doubt himself. Perhaps he was not as attuned to the layman as he thought he was. Perhaps he was just as susceptible to opinion as others. Perhaps they were right to mistrust him he thought.