Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5543592-20140902203538

Fritjof was buckling his belt as he walked to the group's location in the fort, just as Emarrel delivered the killing blow. "Whoa, I choose a bad moment to take a leak."

He silently witnessed the coversation between Nadira and Azarath, not wanting to get involved. He did promise himself that he would die before he'd let them kill Emarrel. He would repay her kindness. He stood by silently in the shadows as Nadira lay Emarrel in her bed, and remained there, leaning quielty against a wall, lost in thought.