Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20160425233615/@comment-24141785-20160427094427

Gabriel was still sitting at the bar, looking down thoughtfully as he picked at a fingernail. He had already lost count of how long he was there, sighing to himself as he thought about how the old days had gone by...

''And now I'm here, sitting in a dirty fucking bar for ... For hours? Minutes? Seconds...?''

... I don't even fucking know how long I've wasted.

He had been deep in thought about this situation, conflicted with what to do. He was as loyal as a dog, yet he knew he couldn't go through with reporting this to Talin. Zaydate was one of his only friends, yet she could unintentionally end one of them when she was too far gone...

And Gabriel did not want to see any of them die.

Then something clicked inside him. Whether it was a fate itself or just pure coincidence, he remembered the event that Windhelm. He had remembered what he had done...

He rose from his seat slowly, tucking his hands in his pockets as he made his way out of the inn. The Breton was still thinking deeply about this complicated situation...he just needed air.

''Have to speak with Sari soon... Here's hoping she won't try stab me in the throat.''