Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150422184124/@comment-5543592-20150422233833

Dacian took comfort in her touch, and pressed onward. He let his eyes drift back to her.

"Yeah.  He was three years older than me, Jean was six.  I told you what happened to Jean.  He was great.  He was couragous, wise, brave.  He could be strict and hard-handed, but he had a strong moral compass and was always looking out for other people's interests.  He would've made a great knight.  He was a point of pride for my parents.  Of course, then Jean was injured, taken to a hospice, and died." Dacian sighed, and moved a arm higher on her back, clutching her shoulders.

"Ferdinand... he took his helmet off during a battle.  He didn't think he was in any danger, as he was at the back ranks, overseeing the battle.  That was, until a crossbow bolt sailed through his eye.  Killed him instantly." Dacian furrowed his brow, as if angry, and looked away. "The idiot."