Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150527045136/@comment-5614539-20150527112725

"I have to get them out of there... They aren't really my children, more my adopted waifs. There's four of them. Martin, my eldest, was a royal bastard who was forsaken. He's fifteen, and we sort of run the house together. Then there's Gendry, who's twelve. He's an apprentice blacksmith. Ella is my youngest, only 8, training to be a great Templar one day, or so she says. I need to get them out, Marthe. I have to." Alyn said slowly, with a slight smile on his face when he started to describe them. It saddened again when he realised what he had to do.