Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170725043749/@comment-5543592-20170728233302

Taeris was just behind Fordola.

Taeris looked down at Ollie, noticing the blood coating his sword. He felt responsible, some how. He was responsible. If Ollie hadn't learned to handle a blade, he wouldn't have been able to kill, wouldn't have that hollow look in his eyes.

But in this world, there were few ways to keep oneself from becoming a forgettable part in the masses, one more cog in the machine. Ollie hadn't wanted to stay a scullion with no future, so Taeris taught him how to be better the only way he knew how: through the way of the sword. He wondered if he'd been wrong to do so. Taeris had been younger than Ollie when he'd first killed, although not too distant in age. How often had he thanked Silas for that?

Taeris said none of what he thought. What would he say? ''Good job, you killed two men. '' He didn't want Ollie to think death of one's enemies was always the desired outcome. But better the boy had used his skill effectively than not. He couldn't abash Ollie for defending himself and doing what he had been trained to do. That would only confuse the boy.

This thoughts troubled him as he lead the others outside.