Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-11457306-20141103044936

Kasra ordered meat, cheese & bread and made sandwiches for herself and Conall, wrapping them up in a clean rag.

"Who was she?" she asked, feeling just a bit jealous.

"We fought together for a while, in the war.  She was transferred to another unit--they carried out special missions.  Her troop was ambushed, most of them slaughtered, the rest tortured.  Only she was left alive--as far as I know--to tell the story.  When I saw her again--well, she wasn't the same.  She was...scarred, both on the outside and the inside."

He shook his head. "It was bad, Kasra.  I didn't even know her.  She could never forgive the Empire, never resolve herself to living under their rule.  She sort of disappeared off the face of Nirn.  If she has found a place to be safe and somewhat happy I won't begrudge it to her.  Nor will I let anyone else."

Kasra stuffed the sandwiches into her already full pack and they ate sweet rolls and drank strong tea. They were ready.

(Good night.)