Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-24449631-20140512205120

"That's my son!" A voice shrieked from the crowd that had gathered.

Helgi, Arní's mother came running in.

Rowan looked at her as she stopped infront of the body.

He wanted to say 'I'm sorry' But couldn't get it over his lips. It seemed best to just... let her grief.

She started quitely crying as she cradled the lifeless body of her son.

Rowan looked around for the first time, and saw his Father and Viktor standing in the crowd.

Viktor seemed angry and had his fists clenched.

At that time the Jarl came running in. people making way as he walked over to the grieving mother and her dead child.

As Jarl Oskar looked down and saw the dead body of one of their own, he bowed his head.

"... Now do you believe me?" Rowan uttered quietly. His rush of adrenaline hadn't worn off yet. So he didn't care about talking ill against his Jarl.