Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-5543592-20150915024321

(Po-tay-to, po-ta-to, yeah?)

The trek back to Windhelm was not fun, but Pierre made it. He hadn't slept in over a day, and it was certainly wearing on him. He'd trugded through ash and snow, trying to clean himself fo the disgust he felt. Disdain for himself.

When he shoved through the gates of Windhelm, he was ready to collapse.

''Why didn't I just stay in bed with the beautiful girl... ''Pierre guessed it was because he had another equally attractive one awaiting his return.

He laughed dryly inspite of himself. There's only so much of me to go around.

He stumbled to a house troth, and splashed the freezing water in his face, trying to wake himself up.