Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140706152951/@comment-11457306-20140710230052

Tegan was disgusted with all of them. If she could have done the job alone she would have.

"Leave him alone, all of you," she hissed. She was still trying to process what she'd heard Bjol say, that he'd never been in love before. How was that possible? He was handsome enough. He was dirty and unkempt now, but she had seen how he looked before the prison, in her mind when Verri'Anna had linked them. He was the picture of a strong Nord warrior, why--he even looked a bit...well, regal, as if he had noble blood in his veins. Such a man should have no trouble attracting any woman he liked.

"We will speak of it later, Bjol, when we don't have an audience.  What we need to do is figure out how to free the bir---I mean, get the prisoner down out of that cage.  That will need to happen right before we leave, obviously."

She stood and wiped sweat from her brow. "I must admit I am at a loss."