Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-6006054-20150816201738

Kjalek sat silently, listening. He had been quiet and brooding since his failure against the bandit leader. The man had been nothing but an untrained madman, his attack had been a crude blow. Yet Kjalek had somehow failed to see it coming, failed to anticipate it, and failed to prevent it. He was disturbed and worried by this. He was not getting younger, and his limp and age seemed to be dulling his skills. He wasn't that old, but a lifetime of fighting had been hard on his body. He was useless to his allies of he kept up at this rate. If the gods saw fit to unleash him upon the world, he should at least be able to face down a damned bandit.