Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-24449631-20141119194529

Lazarus Grimm wrote: ''He hates me... while I love him... If there ever was a god of irony, why hasn't he or she made themselves known to man?'' "You... heard him... her husband, Aldoran. They don't want our help. Let's just go", said Myling, urging Aldoran to take a hint.

"But, I thought that we...?"

Myling gave him a stare. "Let's. Go." "Now hold on." Freja said aloud.

"You two stay here."

She then turned to her husband.

"Rowan, what's the matter with you! Are we going to let this chance slip by?" She crossed her arms.

"We could find help elsewhere... Not these random travellers we've never heard off." He replied.

"We can't ask anyone of the city, the guards could catch wind of it and the note threatened that they would hurt our Fridrik if they know."

Rowan rested his hands on his hips. Hating the conundrum he found himself in now.

he just remained silent.

Freja started notice just how strange he was acting.

"Wait..." She eventually said. Looking at Myling burrying her face as deep as she could in the scarf she wore.

"Do you..."

"Know one-another?" she refered to Myling and her dear husband.

Rowan just remained silent. Sort of ashamed to admit.