Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-25418438-20170526100609

A smile crept on the face of Rodrik Winterhorn when he saw his two sons playing together in front of the hearth, though Rollo was much older he was more than happy to entertain his little brother, something which deeply pleased Rodrik having been an orphan without any siblings. Having moved recently from Falkreath to Windhelm to accommodate his wife's career in the Stormcloaks, Rodrik himself was now of the rank of Snow-Hammer so being closer to the capital was beneficial to him as well so he didn't mind leaving Falkreath as much as he thought he would. Although Rodrik had been wondering if it was in fact time to leave the army, a thought made more prescient by the death of Ulfric the previous year. Maybe its time I focus fully on my family and leave the defence of Skyrim to the young ones he thought as he continued to watch his sons play.