Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-24701913-20150902231733

(I somehow managed to read most of what happened. Yay! Not really.)

Styrbjorn had considered to rush into the war when he heard the horns, he decided against when the only thing he'd get out of it is 15 minutes of fame. Even then, he wouldn't even try to stand out. Nords would likely know who his parent was the moment he began to fight. Styrbjorn hated how half-gods were worshiped.

While he was debating in his head, he noticed an Imperial. Styrbjorn personally believed he looked rather out of place, but a part of his sub-conscious told him that the man somehow belonged.

"You're different." Styrbjorn said, approaching him, "Not fighting in the war, for one. Though, I guess it isn't that strange. You probably don't even live here."