Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131214232302/@comment-11457306-20131216234649

Anwen stared at him, eyes narrowing. "You rented my axes, Jack, not my soul.  There's a lot of things no one is telling.  Your writer's yen to dig out the truth is getting the best of you."

She paused, looking ahead as they walked, thinking. "I was raised by bandits, Jack.  Why I was raised by bandits is none of your concern.  I got out as soon as I could and started to make my own way in the world.  Somewhere in between here and there I married and was betrayed.

Now here I am, a mercenary and a skald or bard or whatever you wish to call it. Don't pretend to me that you care, because I doubt seriously that you do."