Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-5583506-20150813022304

"I..." she rubbed the back of her neck, still feeling insecure whether or not this was all just some sort of mind game. "I had Blood Lung", she said, almost sounding ashamed. "The climate got too harsh up in the mountains and I... I couldn't take it. In fact I should have died several weeks ago, but I kept fighting just so..."

She glanced at the wolf and smiled. "Just so that Artik could let it sink in that I wouldn't be around anymore and that he had to care for himself. I got weaker and... and eventually I succumbed to the illness. It was horrible, but I didn't have to pass alone though. Artik was with me the whole time. He is my best friend. My only friend", she added on an afterthought.

"I just awoke recently by the sounds of pillagers looting my cabin. The poor sods believed that Elsweyr would be the safest place to escape this cold. As if anything could..."

She looked back at him. "What about you? You look like the fighting type and not like... well, like someone who would let the Blood Lung take him. Was it a battle?"