Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24818339-20140409225419/@comment-24843613-20140412011951

The sky was dark, the moons shining brightly. Byerik made his way back to the inn, only to find the habitants unusually stirred up.

"The poor man! Those Titanus Guard bastards killed him, and now his family has no one to support them!"

"Did you see the way he walked up and just stabbed him? Disgusting."

Byerik shook his head. He too had witnessed Thetric murdering the rioter. It was true, the milk-drinker simply stabbed the man without showing remorse.

He walked towards the innkeeper, ordered a room and turned to face everyone else.

"You should all keep it down, unless you want to end up like the sod earlier," he said.

"And what? Just pretend like nothing happened and live on with our lives? Living in constant fear that the Guard will hear something they don't like and kill you, perhaps even your family!?" a man shouted out.

"There's nothing we can do. Every damn resistance that starts up just gets burned to the ground," Byerik replied gloomily. "There's no hope for us." With that, he took off to his room.