Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24123288-20140902003134

Emarrel glanced over to the sleeping Breton with a worried look before she shuffled over closer to Fritjof. (Sorry if I spell the name wrong. Its awkward :P)

She narrowed her eyes, taking him in. "The way you joke, and speak about these things. Do you not have a shred of honour in you? Besides, you are a creature of the night, assassin. You live in the shadows just as much as I do..."