Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-24696651-20170128115919

Gwyneth opened her mouth to speak, but it occured to her that she didn't have anyone to be loyal to. Her family was almost certainly dead, her village (whose name still escaped her) was a smouldering wreck, and she oscillated between feelings of fear and disgust at her newfound mercenary saviours. She was alone.

"I am loyal to the empire," Gwyneth half-heartedly pledged,  doing an admirable job of not crying, and trying not to think about her family too much - not only because it depressed her, but because she was unsettled that her memory of her family was as hazy as her memory of the village.