Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140429222522/@comment-3293219-20140504111819

"It's not your fault..."

Set gasped and shot up, clawing back to reality for air as he threw himself upright and escaped his memories. He sat up, panting for a few moments as his shirt was soaked with sweat and his hair was stuck to his forehead, which he swiftly wiped off with his forearm as he clambered out of his makeshift bed.

The Bosmer decided that he needed some air, he got up and went through the front door, hugging himself and huddling up as he tried to calm his shaking hands...