Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-3293219-20151002164023

The Nord nodded, he figured that as well but the voice did sound male... Though she could have just forced one of her prisoners to cry.

Greymane readied his bow and stepped on ahead, stopping by the door as he carefully peered around the corner, not expecting to see what lay before him. Across the room, on a stone slab, like some sort of sacrifice, lay Mathias, naked and badly injured. He groaned and shivered, trying to fight urge to start crying.

"Mathias!" Greymane called out, running into the room, by the young man's side as he snatched his hand, looking him over without hesitation as he examined his wounds. Mathias on the other hand seemed to have been snapped back into reality, he trembled as he looked up and saw his Nordic rescuer, looking down upon him with a pained expression.

"Er-Eric?"

"What... What did that twisted bitch do to you!?" He gasped, finding it difficult to believe that his friend was even awake right now, never mind sentient.

"You... D-Don't want to know... Most of it... She... Had my legs broken... So I couldn't escape..." The Nord gasped, throwing his head back and swallowing, panting heavily.

"Mathias I... I'm so, so sorry, I couldn't... There was nothing I could do, nobody would listen to me, everyone thought that you were dead or didn't care and I knew that I..." As Eric spoke his voice began to break up, weakening into a thin whisper and towards the end he even struggled to form words. Mathias realised how painful it was for him and shushed him, softly, gently resting his hand on his cheek.

"It's okay... I didn't... B-Blame you... Or anyone..." He whispered, forcing a smile through the blood and bruises.

"You came, when you could, right?"

Eric nodded, gently taking his hand and pressing it against his face, he dreamt of this feeling for so long...

"Wh-What about my brother and sister? They..."

"Fine... They're fine... Worried but... fine..."

"Us... B-Battleborns are tough." He said, with a chuckle, coughing weakly as his injuries began to take their toll.

"Heh... Not as tough as us... Tourney proved that, didn't it?"

"Heh... I let you win... A-Any excuse to have you... on top of me." The Nord chuckled, oblivious to the fact that Zaydate was behind him.