Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140105231051

(Wait, there is one thing I can do.)

Jack, having already assembled his things and plotted multiple ways to counterattack any assaults on the safehouse, reappeared downstairs and took a seat by the fire. He quickly made a bowl of stew and took a spoonful, then set it down and attempted to relax. He turned his attention back to the various members of the group, and his eyes finally stopped on Raelynn, who was still polishing her crossbow. It crossed his mind that he had never really spoke much to her, and being the curious sort he was, he decided to ask her the question that had been nagging at the back of his mind for the length of the journey.

"Do tell, Raelynn, what brought you on this merry little journey of ours? What personal vendetta do you have against the Thalmor?" he asked, not bothering to take out his journal this time. Raelynn did seem rather coldhearted to him, and he knew it had something to do with the Thalmor. He didn't know what, but he knew enough about people to know when someone needed to get a story off their back.