Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140104003928

The real Nish awoke in his cell with a gasp, he hadn't moved all night, even in his sleep.

His head rolled over to see Helseth and Nepht had snuggled up to the rest of their family to keep warm, leaving Nish with half a cell to himself.

He suddenly felt privileged...

The breton lay still, he was too badly injured to move and he he feared making his recovering wound worse by attempting it. He'd just have to buy some time, until he was able to pull himself up on his feet, then he would just keep walking...

But what's the point?

He breathed a broken sigh as tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his face, looking over to Laliah and Tabith who reminded him of Eilonwyn. He could slowly feel his desire to go and look for her decay as he grew more angry and frustrated with his current situation and with the situation as a whole.

''Why am I here? What was the point in all of this, her taking off when she could barely stand on her own two feet! Now, I'm about to die alone in a cell. If this wound doesn't kill me, my captors surely will.''..

The breton stopped his own trail of thought as Laliah began to stir and slowly came to, Nish closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.