Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140712122513/@comment-11457306-20140713222717

Sysene had taken a long time to work up to this point. She was a good soldier. She had been a good soldier. She had served with distinction in the rebellion. When she had been relegated to this armpit of Tamriel she had been shocked. She could not figure out why. Surely she must have angered someone. She had searched her memory, gone over every event in the last part of the war, read and re-read her journal, trying to figure out what might have caused her demotion to guard in the Black Rose. She could think of nothing.

She had known only anger and frustration since she had arrived. Then she he had seen Bjol. He was the enemy. Yet something about him touched her inside.

She smiled in spite of herself when he called her lass.

"Your cellmate, the one called Tegan, said you knew.  How long have you known?"