Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20131112133018/@comment-3293219-20131218111921

The cold, harsh, unforgiving winds of Skyrim blew throughout the night, rattling the cheap windows in their frames.

Even with a small fire at the center of the room, the young Nord girl curled into a ball and sat as close to the fire as she, safely, could. Caleb sat in the corner, 'reading' book that he took from the inn, it's pages were damp from the humidity enduced mould and most of its pages were unreadable.

The old pirate grumbled as his sentence was cut short by a big greenish brown smeer on the page, he closed the book and threw it to his right. Now he was bored, it was too dark and cold to go back out and this girl looked like she was barely surviving.

He looked back at her and saw that her eyes were welling up with tears, though he was sure if it was the fire or the hopelesness of her situation that had caused her eyes to tear up.

"Your eyes wouldn't hurt so much, if you didn't sit so close to the fire kid..." He mumbled, in a vain effort to be helpful.

She looked back at him with a sadness, that quickly turned to anger.

"Morgen..." She replied, as if answering a question that he never asked.

"Huh?"

"Not kid... 'Morgen!" She corrected him.

"Okay, 'Morgen' don't look into the light..." Caleb's tone quickly lost its facetious tone as he quickly retreated to a quiet mumble. "I'm 'Caleb,' thanks for askin'..."

There was a long silence, it's rare that an introduction kills a conversation.

"Who is she? I mean... she your mother or..."

"Sylvie? She's my sister." Morgen corrected him.

"Right..." Caleb nodded.

"We were out hunting, she slipped and fell on something. A branch went right through her back and came out of her stomach... Thought she was dead, there and then but she came too and...

I barely got her home..."

Caleb glanced back at her, seeing a puff of steam come out of her mouth as she exhaled.

She ain't gonna make it...