Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-6006054-20160310001323

While often still solemn, the Exile seemed to be able to take some joy from life. There were times when Taervik almost could forget Saarthal and all that he had lost. His stance was no longer slumped, no longer the pose of a broken and lost thing. He now stood tall, and could almost be mistaken for the proud defender he had once been. His hair, once a filthy tangle of indiscernable color, was now kept clean, and its original color had been revealed from beneath the grime. Taervik was in a way still heartbroken, his eyes were still sorrowful and desolate. But he had found something akin to a new home here, and it showed.