Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-5583506-20140202193318

Arngrim woke up on a bed in the healer's home. His head was swimming in constant aches. He wanted to cry out and wake up from his living nightmare, bet then he remembered that he didn't have any tears left to shed. The last of them had fallen over Inga's cold body.

He sat up, thanked the healer for tending to him, gave him a pouch of coins and headed out on the frozen streets of Winterhold. ''What will I do? ''he thought. I want to find that witch so bad and then end this curse and miserable life once and for all.

He headed towards the southern road leading to Whiterun. Perhaps the Companions, his former brothers and sisters in arms had some new light to shed over the dark story of his life.