Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151216005727/@comment-29559990-20151219013557

"Twins?" Kazrris arched an eyebrow. "You... No, that's wrong. My dad was a sleazy bandit. Nasty drunkard..."

Dro'Zahn shook his head. "No... no, that... This One believes you refer to the man who... took you.."

"Took me?" Kazrris spluttered. "As in, kidnapping?"

"Yes..." Dro'Zahn answered

"No... he, he couldn't... that's...." Kazrris stuttered. He began to put the pieces of the puzzle together. When he was young, about 5 or so, there would always be an army of mercenaries coming up to the doorstep and trying to kill everyone inside. they came every few months or so.

"The mercs... that always attacked the camp..."

"Men I sent to find you..." Dro'Zahn answered.

That's when it started becoming too much for Kazrris. Everything he thought he knew about his past was being wiped away. He had a father. A real one. Who was still alive. A brother, a twin. His other father was not his real one. He was of noble blood. He was a nobles son. Not a bandit. A noble.

Kazrris reached out and tried to grab the table counter to steady himself, but he missed, and kept going down as his legs weakened. Vordel reached out and caught him, hooking his arms under Kaz's

"Kaz, cmon buddy, breathe..." Vordel warned, but Kazrris did not reply. He was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Vordel looked up to Dro'Zahn. "Is there a room I can take him to?" He asked.

"Upstairs..." Dro'Zahn said, still in awe.

"Thanks, man," Vordel nodded, trying to escort the Khajiit out of the room so he could breath...

"Voord...." Kaz uttered with a shaky breath, almost completely unable to walk.

"I know, c'mon..." Vordel urged.