Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160726193402/@comment-24141785-20160729235447

Gabriel had barely slept through the night, but rather kept a weary eye and ear to the surroundings of the ship. He reflected over the old times. When drinking and passionate lovemaking was his way of life. When he still repulsed the idea of fighting.

But it seemed that, over the many years, he felt more and more of his identity shatter. Gabriel clearly remembered all the good times of the past, and the ball was just an example of how much he had changed.

''And the worst part of all of this... He reflected to himself as he boredly twirled a dagger around Is that I don't even care.''

Faintly sighing, the Breton exited his cabin, finding himself out onto the main deck of the ship. He leant his arms against the railing, looking out with a tired look - he swore he would jump over the edge if he had to bare his own thoughts for another couple of hours.