Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5543592-20140902010525

Fritjof looked down at his boots. "My handlers trained to have me killed.  I worked with the Camonna Tong.  For some reason, I still have figured out why, they tried to kill me.  My number one theory is that it's backlash from the Redoran member I killed recently.  My name, is well, Nordic if you might have noticed.  You could say I'm an Imperial raised by Nords who thinks he's a Dunmer.  Anything, I know some people in the Thieves Guild.  I headed there for a job but they don't want anything to do with me.  They gave me some 'go away money.'"  He sighed deeply, obviously depressed by his situation, not bothering to hide it anymore. Fritjof was aware he was probably opening up more than he intended, but that didn't matter now. He tried to remember why he had decided to follow them, but it escaped him, or perhaps he was in denial. "I don't know why I'm here."