Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-12599067-20140702024323

Bjolmar up at Tegan, stopping midstrike to look up at her out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't entirely sure she was speaking of the same rebellion he was, but she had the accent of someone born and raised in Skyrim... maybe in Dawnstar? No, a little more clipped than that. Perhaps Falkreath or Solitude? The corner of his mouth upturned in a small smile of approval but he said nothing, instead holding her gaze with his own until he noticed the shadow of a guard approaching and swiftly made it appear as if he was mining.

When the guard had passed, Bjolmar turned his attention back to Tegan, that same faint smile showing itself at the corners of his mouth.

"Where are you from, kinswoman?" the former Stormcloak officer asked, his foul mood beginning to clear with the thought that she might have been a soldier like him.