{ @ofburningblood }
It had been nearly two weeks now since he lost his brother. Two weeks since that thing had swallowed him. Deep down, Krydle knew he hadn’t recovered from it. He could still picture, still feel what it was like inside that thing and it constantly haunted his dreams at night. It was as if a part of him had been left in that thing with his brother. Another nightmare had woken him up and with many of the rest of the guild asleep, the thief couldn’t help but notice a candle burning in Mercer’s chambers. He made his way over and entered, his head peering in at first. “Merce, you up?” He quietly uttered, so not to wake the others up.













