Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140710003207/@comment-5583506-20140711014820

Gregorius stood at the gunnel and looked out over the land of Skyrim. He had never liked the land. It was too cold and the populace consisted of little more than illiterate morons that couldn't tell which part of the sword that went into the monster.

"Mylord?" asked the young Breton woman behind him carefully.

"What is it, girl? Can't you see I am busy loathing the wasteland that threw me out?"

Jaqueline was always nervous around the captain. Whatever she said it seemed liked she had made him angry, but she knew it was just his way. He never smiled and his voice was always full of cold bitterness. "Didrik is asking where we will dock?"

The Iron Hound turned around to face her. "Typical Nord who can't even figure that out by himself", he said grinding his teeth and took off one of his leather gauntlets. For a moment Jaqueline thought that he would strike her with it. "I want us to dock at the Citadel."

Jaqueline nodded. "Yes, mylord!"

But just as she was prepared to run off with the news she stopped as her captain spoke once again. "And Jaqueline! I want my supper ready in half an hour and I want the meat to be as red as the wine."

The girl nodded again. "Right away, mylord."

First time he has ever called me by name, she thought.