Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25242640-20140808001210/@comment-25323290-20140901040318

Farenar stood still, facing the Atmorans calmly as they wielded their iron weapons, gripping them tightly - ready to strike. From their ranks stood Ysgramor - the future Nordic legend of ancient times. He turned his head to Farenar, observed him, and then began speaking.

"How do I know we can trust you?" He asked suspiciously.

"Because we know things that you don't."