Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190221011452/@comment-7262318-20190223040737

Meyline was oddly silent during this exchange, feeling oddly out of touch. All of these muscled-up warriors talking of the giant monsters and daedric entities, laughing and sharing their tales of valor and honor.

And what had she to add? She had spent her whole life whacking away on training dummies. Her only bits of real action were during the haze in markarth and that night under the canopy. Even then, all she did was run a few routes and catch a spear in her leg.

These men had fell dragons. Titans. Attronachs and Forsworn, possibly. Her deadliest foe had been tied to a post and stuffed full of hay.

She hugged her knees and chose to focus on the fire. Only now did she feel so far from home...