Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141228211708/@comment-25038310-20141230074511

"-That's why I'm on my way to Solstheim." Jack explained, after a long time. "These masks.. This final mask.. Are you sure they will really do that?" Asked the lady, holding a hand over her heart, worried about the man who just entered this household and was risking his lives for a powerful artifact. Jack nodded, determined. "Yes. I can.. Become stronger, so.. I can stop something like that from happening. Ever. Again." He said, staring at the ground.

The woman stood up, and walked to another room for a minute. She came back with a small necklace in her hand - attached to the necklace was a small, iron snowflake. She pushed it in Jack's hands.

"Take this, go to Solstheim, go to where the dark elves dwell. You will find Sasha's sister - Sansa there."

Jack looked up at her, bewildered. "But.. Doesn't she already know..?"

The lady nodded, and looked worried at Jack. "Yes. She knows of.." "-I see." Jack said, turning away. "Well, I'll need to go. Your husband isn't very nice to Masked-Eyes." The lady nodded once more, and Jack stood up from his chair, heading for the front door.

However, Ulfbert Snow-Foot, the leader of clan Snow-Foot, was already there, and looked up at Jack. He clenched his fists and glared at Masked-Eye with a mixture of pure hate and anger.

"Jack." He had a low, menacing, and raspy old voice. Although Ulfred was about 50 or 60 years, his raw muscles could still be seen. He was known to kill people in brawls in inns and taverns alike, using nothing but his fists. Rumors had gone around that Ulfrid was the result of daedric manipulation, and that explains his ferocious strength. Jack however, saw past the petty rumors. The man had trained all his life, as was custom in clan Snow-Foot - determination. He never wanted the man as his father, even though him and his father shared many similarities. The man raised his fists, and slowly approached Jack.