Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140723222218/@comment-3293219-20140724160727

"Nobody has seen her in over two hundred years..." The Old Man grumbled, sitting back by his camp fire.

"Though, there are stories about her... Poppin' up from time to time."

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"I ran away from home, it wasn't a snap decision, I'd been planning to for a while as... I didn't fit in there..." The Bosmer admitted, with a sigh as the horses slowed down.

"Running away from home is incredibly difficult, when your father and two brothers are trackers, excelent ones at that... I didn't get far until I was found. Set started off, his usual self, mocking me for trying... He never threatened me but, I got the feeling that he would probably have had me dragged back home, kicking and screaming...

I told him how I really felt, how I didn't fit in and how I wanted to do something better and... he listened, then he stepped aside and let me go. That... Was the last time I saw him..."