Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-24449631-20141115013939

Rowan was hastily strapping his winter cape on while Freja watched with a look of unrest in her eyes.

"Foolish boy..." The nord grumbled

"I just hope he's alright."

"You'll bring him back." Freja sounded certain.

Rowan stood up from the bed he was sitting on and walked over to kiss his wife on the forehead.

"I know you will..." She reaffirmed.

Both of them knew there was nothing certain about it. But it helped. Hope was something they needed right now.

Rowan then picked up a lantarn and lit the candle within.

"I won't return until I've found him." He turned back to his Freja.

She held her hands infront of her mouth, still trying to smile bitterly. Doing her best not to break down in front of him.

Rowan looked at her for a brief few seconds and then left.

Into the dark cold night.