Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190815003529/@comment-24510587-20190817022235

"You know, Vigge was barely more than a lad, but he had real talent in blacksmithing," Brynhild said to Smith.

"He used to live with his mother, Olga, down the street. Olga sold fish, which she received in daily shipments from Johann, the old fisherman. She advertised her goods very loudly on the market, which used to drive old lady Siggi absolutely mad."

"All those people had two things in common. One, I saw them every day of my life, they were townspeople I grew up around. Two, they were all taken and slaughtered by this band of pillaging monsters."

Her expression was stern, but her eyes betrayed sorrow and anger.

"If you won't give them what they deserve, then I will. And if you side with them, then I will give you what you deserve, too."

"What would you have me do, then, Ery?" Vander sighed. "Sit by as they let miscreants like these go? I can't do that."