Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150214131106/@comment-29461586-20150216060300

As soon as Inigo and Remillia got inside the basement, Fenrir locked the door to keep anyone else from entering.

"Well, looks like the Penitus Oculatus is finally tracking me down, including anyone else who even met me." Fenrir told the two in a straight-forward manner to reveal the truth.

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"I am a Thalmor battlemage. Well, I was a Thalmor battlemage. I'm with the Lost Legion now, and I don't regret it one bit.

I was one of the people imprisoned at Helgen after the ill-fated assault on the fort town a year ago. I thought that the White Wolf was going to have me nailed to the cross soon er or later. To my surprise, he gave me a cold bottle of Surilie Brothers wine and a chicken dumpling when he came for me.

Fenrir asked me "What's your name?" I answered, "Gannar." Before I knew it, he gave me the chance to join the Lost Legion or be hunted down as an exile to more than 3 factions.

I wasn't sure as to what was his intentions were, but I cal tell that he wasn't lying when he said that he wasn't going to kill me if I changed my ways.

I said that I was bad at using magic, but Fenrir changed that. So him and I fought in skirmishes all across the Reach with a group of other elves and Khajiits, especially against the Forsworn. It didn't take long before we quelled the Reachmen and made the hold a safer place.

Before I knew it, I was promoted to an Centurion. I'm a trained battlemage, and Fenrir gave me a purpose, food, and a place to sleep. Most importantly; a family. Life is good." Gunnar finished.