Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140808141445/@comment-5583506-20140809015556

Varg tried to get some sleep under a birch, yet found no peace lying there. He was kept awake by the knowledge that Sidion was out there somewhere and probably made lives a living hell for the innocent populace. ''These people have no idea... no idea of what he is or what he is he capable of. If no one among these half bloods have the guts or the will to help me chase the bastard down, I will have to hunt him down myself.''

Mara observed the burly Nord from a distance as he twisted in his sleep. Even though he was overly aggressive and all together rather bitter, she felt some sort of sympathy for him. It was obvious he was clutching onto some sort of scarred past, which he simply couldn't let go of.

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Sidion eyed the sickly man. "Hmm, here I came in the hopes to try out some new flesh for myself, but you don't really look all that ripe to me." He smacked with his lips. "Pity. Well what do you want?"