Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-24449631-20140512200640

Rowan started to struggle, not because of the weight, but because of the idea.

He was carrying the body of one of his best friends. He had known this man since he was sic years old.

But he would make it.

He had to.

"Open the gate!" he shouted at the guard in the distance.

The guard quickly nodded and opened the gate for the Nord.

Tears had started to reside in his eye corners, making his eyes look gleamy. His face, which he hadn't noticed yet, was covered in blood.

When Rowan arrived with Arní over his shoulder at the gate, he looked at the Guard with an agry stare and practically ordered this man of the law to get the Jarl from Mistveil keep.

Which the guard did, as if a sort of mutual understanding had befallen upon them.

Rowan stumbled into the City and eventually after a few more steps dropped Arní infront of him near the bridge to the townsquare.

As he dropped himself on his knees next to his fallen friend a crowd had started to gather.