Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140717231949/@comment-25126355-20140722145523

(Ok.. Sorry, my bad. Morrowind it is then.)

"The body" she said, her voice barely than a whisper.

"I'd thought that someone might be injured, so I went closer. He was just... there! on the ground dead! Blood everywhere! Another was closer to the building... And inside... Oh Gods!" She gasped covering her mouth, trying to compose herself.

"The door was wide open, so I saw... There were men. Many dead men. So much blood!" She said, a few stray tears escaping her eyes.

"It was horrible..." she said, her voice once again a whisper. She looked at Francois, stright in the eyes. Her gaze, so enchanting, so scared, so... convincing. Eyjne knew how to play others. She could read them quite well too. She could see that Francois could never turn down awoman in disstress. She actually, kind of admired that about him. He was one of the men that were trury 'chivalrous'...