u/ConductorHertharos

No less a marvel than last he'd seen it, though a certain dread fills him, disgust at what he fears he'll find on the other side. HIS Holy Citadel, run by a lowly fly? How far things must have fallen in his absence...

*The conductors breathing is slow and unsteady, a deep rasp that scratches through his throat. A violent fit of coughing strikes him every now and then, causing a bit of blood to soak through the rags coating his face.*