Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-24449631-20141119180416

"We... Don't need your help." Rowan said suddenly.

"I think we will manage."

It surprised Aldoran as much as it did Freja.

His wife, taken aback by his blunt refusal of the help these people she had never seen before offered.

"Excuse me?" She said sort of angry.

Rowan didn't want to look at myling, but every now and then his grey blue eyes lingered her way with some anger in them. While he was trying to mask it all for his wife who knew nothing of the exact history.

Back in the day, when they met, years ago. Rowan had left Myling for dead in Hjaalmarch after realising what she had inflicted upon him. He told her about a 'partner' that had betrayed him. But never called her by name. All he wanted to do was forget.

And now she was here.

Back in his life. As a reminder of just how shit it can be.