Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-24449631-20141119165937

"Well... Oh look. Speak of the Cicero,There he is!" Freja was about to sit down next to her but saw Rowan turn the corner of the street.

She quickly hurried over to him. Hoping that somehow he would have Fridrik with him.

But alas, Rowan stood there alone, tired as oblivion.

"There you are!" She hugged him, with her back to the two travellers she had just met.

"Bandits... Bandits got" Rowan started to mumble, in her loving embrase.

"I know... They even sent a randsom note. It's at home..." Freja told him

"Sigh, shor's bones, I'm so tired... How much do they want?"

Freja paused for a second. Not at all looking forward to his reaction.

"twenty... twenty thousand."

Rowan didn't have the power to shout out against this injustice, he merely felt like he was dying inside...

They never had that amount of money.

"I've been asking around, strangers... Perhaps we could get enough if we also sell the house and the boat..." Freja said before giving him a little kiss under his eye.

"Aye..." Rowan sighed deeply.

"Although these people I just met seem willing to help us..." Freja gestured at Myling and Aldoran.

Rowan slowly looked up and suddenly saw her.

His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. Which was sort of fitting, given the situation.

Myling?!