Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140908004713/@comment-5583506-20140911221639

Ran'Jinro pulled out a ladder and leaned against a huge wall. High up on the wall was the portrait of Rashja, with a commemorative gold plate of all his great deeds. And beneath his picture there was his own words ingraved in the plaque:

"War changes, yet the war itself has never changed."

The old Khajiit took out the sword and carefully placed it in a holding spot beneath the plaque.

"I am sorry, old friend", he lamented. "But it was her decision. I tried to stop her. But in the end I guess it is in the nature of every child to go against their parents wishes." He sighed. "She must have been hurting for so long since she had to take it out on others like that. But what saddens me the most is the fact that she finally figured out what was wrong, she decided to leave, as if that would make all the problems disappear."

He shook his head and pinched his sellion. "Oh, dear Rashka. What should I do? Excluding her personality, this is where she belongs. If she could have just... I don't know... reformed, maybe we would have an aspiring young Master among us here today." He lowered his head. "Sadly, this will never be. I am sorry, friend. Truly. Rest easy and bare her no ill will. This was her decision. Let's just hope she makes the best of it."