Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131224092505/@comment-3293219-20131226014202

Nish looked up at one of the statues as he stopped, he sighed as he focussed on it.

"It was..." he nodded, trying to keep himself from crying.

"Me and her were part of another group... we were the only two left." He swallowed, hard.

Keerava's death made him wonder about Garvut and Daniel, whether or not they had survived this long.

"As a kid, she and Manja were the closest thing I had to a mother, between them they taught me a few things and kept me alive. I think that's the bare definition of a 'mother figure..."

He looked down and tracked the groove between the cobbles with his eyes, "she mentioned her family a few times... she wanted to earn enough gold to keep her tavern open or be skilled enough to defend it.

He glanced back to her, he had succeeded at holding it back. "But hopefully, I can make sure that everything she's done wasn't for nothing... this dagger and that spear... we should be able to sell them. To the empire or somebody... I'll be able to send some money back to her family, to help them support themselves. Maybe hire a body guard for their store or just leave that God forsaken city."

(I think I need my sleep now, I'm starting to get hynotised by the christmas lig-

oooooooooh)