Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161218140509/@comment-17114085-20170108213055

"I was raised at Fort Dawnguard for nearly half my life, so I don't know much else. Though I miss the days of living in Riften, life was much more luxurious then. Can't say it was as exciting though. In the few months that I've been a Witcher I've traveled far and killed many monsters under Rigel's guidance." Lund said. He then chuckled. "The old man is a pain at times but for the most part he is a good master."

''I've known much worse old folk, like that damned Uncle of mine. Had Rigel let me go to Riften after I became a Witcher...those Jerral Guards wouldn't be able to stop me. Not them, nor the Crossed-Daggers. I'm much stronger than any regular mortal, even those royal guards.'' The white-haired Witcher thought.

He was lost in thought for a bit. Geirlund looked over at the glass of a nearby mug and saw his reflection. ''If I did return, with what I've become would anyone even recognize me? Eyes like a Khajiit, white hair, this scar. They think me dead, that Prince Geirlund was killed along with his father. They might not believe that I survived if I look so different.''

This was making him upset, so he shook his head and pushed those thoughts aside. Though I can't do anything about that now...not while my mother might be in danger.