Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161209153206/@comment-24736819-20161217173233

(In a medieval world where we have magic and people with godlike powers things would be cut short by a lot...and as I said, they have a pretty handy halfgod working alongside them.)

"And here I thought Pride was the one who died...", the pale man shrugged and coughed a bit more, "I've seen people underestimating their enemies before... the same thing always happens."

Pan took a seat near the fire and grabbed a bowl of whatever the Sins where eating for himself.

"All I want is you all to succeed and it would be a shame to see it halted by blind pride.", once again he mentioned their dead comrade.



As he rode back to Whiterun chance has it that the bard's empty stomach stopped him from continuing, which made him encounter a hearth amongst the trees roadside occupied by an interesting lot.

He heard something about Werebears and decided to approach them.

"Good night, gents and lasses.", he greeted. The fact that he was unarmed and carrying a lute should ease those folks from thinking he might be an enemy...that was until he spotted the injured nord, one that he met a looooong time ago and one that he still remembered. Despite that, he decided to play coy and see if the man recognized him back.