Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-5583506-20160310005050

Inside of Trymir's quarters it was cool and sterile. The chambers seemed to embody the very personality of the old Nord. He sat by his desk and skimmed through some papers, not even raising his gaze to greet the group as they entered one by one.

"So... you are Ran's people, I see. Those who came to us two months ago. You know that I would have actually bet money on that you wouldn't last a week here. Yet you proved me wrong." He looked them dead in the eye, not moving a single muscle in his stern face. "I am impressed."

He then dropped a folder down into a drawer and rose up with a sigh, almost as if it was painful for him to stand up. Apparently his prosthetics were detachable and when sitting on a chair he disconnected them from his stumps and re-attached them when standing up.

He had the habit of not facing the people he spoke to or wandering around to inspect random objects in his vicinity. It was not a sign of disrespect or nothing personal, it was just his way to process whatever was going through his keen mind at the moment.

"I have had Ran'Jinro here observe you people for quite some time now", he explained. "The Gods know that I have studied you carefully as well. You are a quite the remarkable lot, I must say. Despite being fresh in from nowhere, unlike other people here I know of. In two months you have trained to become just as skilled as some of our Beast Slayers get when they have trained hard for almost two entire years. Either that's some miracle on the Gods' behalf, or you people are just naturally talented at this. Or perhaps..."

He eyed them curiously for a while. "It just might be that this is your destiny... if you now choose to believe in such a thing."