Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-5543592-20140908203910

"Yeah, sorry." He said, apologizing for Morrowind. He'd just gotten out of that place and he knew for sure going back was a death sentence. "I just can't go back there."

Fritjolf drew his katana and held it at his side, like a guard. He shot a worried glance sideways and downwards at Nadira's unconsious form, before regaining his calm, collected demeanor and moving to the front of the pack. As he walked on, he was beginning to think things didn't add up.