Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150310112937/@comment-24942837-20150315173510

Torolf panted, keeping a steady pace. His forehead was lined with bullets of sweat. wiping them off, he looked to his brother, Eredin.

The other Nord seemed to be having no problem running, even as if he was holding back to let Torolf keep up with him. He looked over and grinned.

"Having a problem there, Tor?"

"None... at all."

"You sure? If you want, I can run backwards. With my eyes closed."

"You don't... have to carry... a greatsword."

"You're right, I don't. But I'll let you keep telling yourself that's why I'm faster." He chuckled.

Torolf shrugged weakly, continuing on. Eredin continued as he was.