Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-11457306-20131228235901

Torene sighed. She rose and went to her pack, where she pulled out a strong bottle of brandy. She poured two short cups and handed one to him. "You should not drink this, but I think you will need it.

I do not know the exact number of years since you left your homeland with Iman. She was killed by the _________ not too long after you arrived in Whiterun, as punishment. You were not following their rules. Some seven or so years after that, I met you on a job we both hired on to do. You were still grieving for her and you carried a note she had written to you. You were bitten by a werewolf during that time and you nearly killed me. As far as I know you still are one.

We went our separate ways after that. We met again on in an island country called Kaniros. You rescued me from the sea. My ship had sunk. You were seeking commune with Nocturnal, to beg her aid in communicating with Iman. You were successful--you spoke with Iman. She told you to get on with your life and to...well, she gave you leave to be with me. Not long after that you gave me her circlet.

Kaniros was destroyed and we both fled. We were separated again--and again we met when you were on a job. I had come looking for you...."

Torene continued on, telling all that had happened up to and including the conception and birth of their daughter and the banishment of Sithis. When she finished, her throat was dry, the brandy untouched. She picked up the cup and downed it in one go, then stared at the cup, unseeing.