Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-25038310-20140723211749

J'Tarz turned to Gatz, and then puffed some smoke in the air. He showed half of the drawing, while the other half was still on the ground. This half contained a light grey and old Khajit, smiling warmly. What was special was that the Khajit had the same armor as J'Tarz.

"This is my father. I told you what happened to him before, didn't I? Killed over a petty argument. This One could've saved him, if he wasn't so scared then. It's a pain in the ass to know that you could've saved someone dear but did'nt, just because you were frightened and so young. "

J'Tarz finished his third cigarette, and started a fourth one.

" I hate looking at that young Khajit who couldn't save my dear father, so that's why I burned him off. What that Khajit did do, was loot his own father's corpse and his armor. The only thing he could do to keep warm at night was loot his own father's corpse. Then, this one scavenged the wasteland alone and left Riverwood, the place where his father was killed and now This One has to return to it. "

J'Tarz grinned abit.

"But that was long ago. I'm starting to get abit hungry. Luna, is there anything to eat? We haven't really had a meal since this morning and this one's belly aches for it. " He tried changing the subject.