Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140105033349

(Looks like tonight is life story night.)

Jack thought that over for a moment. A moment ago, Daithi had been ready to kill anything that crossed their path. Now he sounded like he needed a hug (which he wasn't going to get from Jack, of course). They walked on in silence for a moment, Jack mulling over what the elf had just said and thinking.

"I would say I'm sorry, but I have those are rather empty word, eh?" he tried, leading the elf through the quiet marsh. "C'mon, Daithi. Let's go kill something," he smiled, knowing that it was easiest to vent anger with a dagger in your hand. It wasn't long before the shadowy form of a deer appeared a little ways away. "He's all yours, my friend," Jack offered, guesturing to the completely oblivious stag and waiting.