by
Clement Bilhorn July 6, 2014
Skyrim is silent tonight.
Serana and I don't talk as Jo'rabi leads us both to the mountain, to the Throat of the World. I can see the concern, the grief, and the rage, on her face, shimmering past that implacable calm. I think she realized it, too, what my plan is. And she doesn't like it. And so s...