Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-25038310-20140830182810

J'Tarz pushed vanthor away.

"This One's fine! Let's just.. Let's just leave.. There's nothing here anymore..."

J'Tarz coughed abit, holding his wound which greatly restricted his movement. He slowly climbed down the ladder to the first floor, but fell down the last part. He slowly got up again. He exited the warehouse and looked around at the bloodbath. Dead Khajits everywhere.

He sighed.

"What if all these Khajit were fathers? Brothers?" He asked himself alloud. " Did we really do the right thing here? Did this one really kill Srr'ak just for his own, personal vengeance? What if they had no other choice? Life was hard.. Perhaps they had to join this group to survive, like Sr'akk said? This one struggled for a long time with surviving.. These people had it harder than me... Than us. And we just made it harder for them with destroying this group. What would father think of me?"

He turned to Srr'ak's corpse, and grabbed his mask, putting it in his coat.

He saw Luna in the distance and waved, and then pointed towards the truck. Let's leave this damn place.