Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161113163727/@comment-24141785-20161113231932

At the edge of the camp, distanced from the rest of the group, Gabriel gloomily sat under one of the trees. In one hand, he had his fingers wrapped around a bottle of wine, so loosely that it barely rested in his palm. In the other, he yielded his only remaining dagger - the only thing he could find that has stuck around after all this time...

He felt betrayed. Betrayed by himself for even daring another chance at love, betrayed for letting himself get hurt again. Even after months of preparing for her demise, he still couldn't face what was happening - and this was his punishment as a result.

He hadn't gone near the rest of the group since Zaydate died. Mostly out of resentment for the quest they were apart of, and what it stood for. All these matters; Tharn, his acts and the 'right thing to do' meant nothing to him now. Loyalty to a cause he hated with all his heart - that was the only thing seeing him to the end.

''Been a while since people 'ave come over here... better that way... they learned to get off my fucking back.''