Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-5583506-20140131114849

He looked at the young woman who had helped him. "I'm fine, thank you."

It was a lie. He wasn't fine at all. He hadn't been fine in ages it seemed.

His wife was dead. His friends were all dead. Death seemed to stalk him in his every footstep, yet he remained alive. Kept alive by the curse of a foul witch, kept alive just to be tormented and toyed with. He had thought of killing himself, but that would not grant him access to Sovngarde. Besides if he killed himself, he would just have done what the witch had always wanted. And then she would have won...

He refused to give the hag that pleasure...

"It is no use helping me, miss", he said in a somber tone. "You should have just left me there to rot. I am a bad omen. You should leave before you get hurt too..."