Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170420020053

(I have returned!)

"Do my eyes deceive me?!", the King's thunderous cheer echoed through the hall.

The two breton giants embraced before the younger one separated and went to embrace his mother.

"I missed you, honey. It has been a whole year already!", Allera commented, smiling.

"Indeed...", her husband reinforced, "A whole year since we last saw each other and it seems that you have found yourself a few friends, eh?"

"Yeah, this here is my crew. The best one could ask for... all but that one, he is here to aid you against the threat .", Balin nodded before indicating the altmer mage.

"Hmm, really? Interesting... It seems that even if you left Farrun, Farrun never left your mind. You honor me with your worries, Son. Come, let's eat, drink and tell tales before we get down to the nasty business that has going on here.", Tormund let out and motioned towards the dinning hall, inviting all of Balin's crewmembers.

As they walked, Fiandrael approached her lover and whispered, "You never told me your mother was a reachwoman."

"Huh? Ah, you managed to see the tattoos, eh? I suppose you'd be an expert.", the big prince chuckled, "Though you should keep it quiet, mother doesn't like others knowing her little secret."

The elven girl nodded and somehow, now more than ever, she felt like being home.