Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140822032436/@comment-10906938-20140825010752

After she left. Galadir spoke up. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"I certainly do. When I was still a young boy I was approached by Father and some of his friends. They offered me an opportunity to have what all little boys dream of-- adventure, and mystery. They said I just had to join the battle school, and I would eventually be recruited into the Dominion army. They told me true, and I played the eager, arrogant, nationalist soldier for many years. I hated having to lie to you, but they stressed how secretive I had to be. I went of to war, and fought in some battles. I made some acts of valor and completed orders on the dot. My superiors saw promise in me, and soon learned of my skill with leading men. I had advanced a good distance by the time I was needed. Enough to cause some damage. I was deployed in Valenwood. I slipped messages to the resistance forces, and Bosmeri archers pelted our column every fifth tree. I pulled strings, made authorizations, and made certain to eat from my own food supply. Some were getting suspicious of me, though. Some leaders of the resistance told me to do one last stunt and flee. I followed my orders, as I was wont to do, and ordered my company to attack. They ended up raiding our baggage train, but by then I was over the border into Cyrodiil. Then I came here."