Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-5543592-20150611025703

Lyon wasn't sure how he felt about all this. He was a killer, above all things, and a good one at that. The Crows wanted him to kill for them, as he had many times before, and he would. He would slaughter all the Orc warriors he needed in the Order's name. What troubled him, though, was that this seemed almost like an act of genocide. Yes, the tribe planned to attack, but they were wiping them out.

Again.

And that stuck in his craw.

Regardless, he found himself alongside Jorvon, who he felt an instant pang of sympathy for. The poor kid had had his father murdered and Lyon was having internal philosophical debates.

"How're you holding up?" He asked the elf.