Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-5543592-20140220041235

Emrey leaned against a tree behind Brighid. He had approached with out stealth, not wanting to startle her.

"I never knew my father. I imagine he was no one important and I don't think much of him, he couldn't have been a very interesting person.  However, I find myself wondering if I am a like him in any way.  If I perhaps have the same color eyes as he does, or perhaps we sound the same.  My mother was a, let's say, woman working in the world's oldest profession.  I grew up in Honorhall Orphange, under the terrible overlording of Gerlod the Kind.  I'm sorry to hear about your mother and father.  They seem like good people, who would be proud of the daughter they raised."