Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-5543592-20140919232920

Fritjolf sat there for a moment, wondering what in Oblivion had just happened. He ran his hand through the breeze were Sophie had been and a pang hit him. Emotion that hadn't stirred in him since the death of his parents. Grief? Guilt? Pity? Genuine pain? His heart felt heavy, and he sighed. Fritjolf cleared his throat loudly, although no one was around. Now he didn't hesitate. He threw himself from the tree and stopped himself with levitation before hitting the ground. Forgetting stealth, he sprinted toward were the fight had been. He noticed a Nord woman, standing over someone's body, and Azarath's crumpled form lying a few feet away. He drew the katana from his back and approached.

"What in Oblivion just happened?!"