Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-5583506-20140716012942

Gatz looked after her truck as the dust settled and she disappeared in the distance. Even though the woman had been unscrupulous in her way it would have actually felt good with a bit of company. It was he who had been too introverted. He barely had anyone to talk to during his contracts and he feared that one of these days it would drive him as insane and cold-blooded as the raiders of the Tamrielic Wasteland... or as spontaneous as that woman...

''Maybe one day I will turn out to be just like her? Maybe she used to be me in a distant past? Maybe she and I have more in common than I would like to admit?''

He made camp that night and relaxed his back against a rock. A single contract could take almost a month to complete and he had a long way to travel. Listening to the sounds of the wilderness he soon fell asleep. That's when the nightmares came...