Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150119141608/@comment-24344819-20150124162604

"Hey."

Hey looked up. The warm food seemed to have somewhat revived the bandit. She didn´t seem to be as cold as before and was sitting up straight to eat in a more comfortable position.

"What is it?" Hey asked. He was concerned the food might not be good. He had been forced to make something with the supplies left in the Towers and his sense of taste was basicly nonexistant. Everything tasted the same to him.

"Say something. Just something. I don´t care what. Its too quiet."

Hey was painfully reminded of the group of people that were dead because of him. Even though they had been bandits, he still felt bad because of it. His feeling of guilt was one of the things that still kept him here. That and his sense of honor.

"I was born in Windhelm." Hey began. He decided talking about himself. It was the topic he could talk about most. "I was told my father decesead before my birth. My mother was a kind woman but unfortunatly fell ill after my birth and was bedridden as long as i can remember....though by now i´m not sure if it really was an illness that stole her life..."

He kept talking while she was eating and she kept listening while he was talking.