Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140509162816/@comment-3293219-20140510202805

The Breton sat up, his face made him look quite old, which was most likely a product of the skooma addiction. He resisted the urge to clutch his head, which was still throbbing...

"If... She needs me, to protect her friends... I'll go..."

The Argonian and the four khajiit stood, their clothes and fur was soaked in rain water as they looked at their leader, somberly.

"But... We need you..." One of the Khajiit said, sounding somewhat saddenned by his decision.

"She..." He looked over to her and pulled himself to his feet, rather shakily before offering his hand.

"Needs me more..."