Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5543592-20150316034102

Perdix sighed with relief when she stepped to him. He wrapped his arms around her back, held her tightly, and breathed her in.

Perdix finally spoke after about half a minute. "Perdix was a name I made up for myself a while ago." He admitted. "Before i was him.  I didn't care for the name my mother and father had given me.  As for the Gray Fox, I've been him for about a week, maybe less.  The Gray Fox isn't 500 years old.  He's a bunch of different Imperial men.  The Cowl is passed from the Guildmaster to his best Master Thief, who in turn, when he retires, passes it on to his successor.  My guild, on my inaguration, was raided by watchmen.  In about fifteen minutes they had killed everyone I cared about in the world.  I only escaped because I had the luck of being in the Guildmaster's quarters on the second floor." He smiled for some reason, maybe because he knew Valkyrie would recognize his recklessness. "I had to jump out of a window to escape."

He told her everything. About Gisla, the reluctant vampire who saved his life. His three day journey on foot to Riften. Vex's, Brynjolf's, and Delvin's ploy to have him killed, and the Masked-Eyes' intentions for him.