Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-5543592-20140907161851

Fritjolf lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. For some reason he couldn't stop thinking about the stupid fearless deer. Had he been afraid of it? Probably, he couldn't understand why a defensless animal that he could easily chop in half had been unintimidated by any of his attempts to kill it. It should've ran. When your weaker, defenseless, and out matched by your opponent, you always run. It took Fritjolf a second to realize the conclusion he'd reached. The instant he did, Fritjolf bolted upright.

Running only got you into more trouble, and ended up getting you killed. It was standing up and fighting back that got you victory. Hadn't years of chasing targets taught him that. He gave Mephala a quick thanks for sending the gutsy deer before kicking the covers off himself and putting his armor back on. Fritjolf was too impressed with his majestic epiphany to sleep. A plan was forming.