Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5543592-20150314003345

Perdix pulled his tunic over his head and dropped it in a bundle on the ground. He practically collapsed on the bed. So soffffffft. He actually let out a groan of relief. It didn't have that sinking feeling Rigvar's (spl?) bed did. Much firmer. Sturdy.

"Of course you'll recognise her." Said Perdix, his voice muffled by the pillow. "You're sisters.  You always recognise your own blood." Perdix sounded like he knew what he was talking about. He might've been speaking from experience.