Yet he could not help but look between the corpse lying in the street and the bloodstained old man before him. A weird and nauseating sensation threatened to approach his throat, but before it could, he pushed it down with all his might.
"Mhmm, very well, if that is what you have deemed necessary, then I guess that's it." Liam shrugged. He, too, did not like the scene much, but the old man had his way of doing things, and Liam had his.
"Inside theirs is cloth and supplies. Get yourself treated." Liam gestured to the inside of the building, which was still pitch black. Only the slightest bit of moonlight tried to break through but failed desperately at the entrance.
"Ser Liam, forgive me if I'm being blunt but would it not be wise for us to go and help the others?" After Dorian disappeared into the darkness, Grimnir stepped up and asked attentively.
