Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150527045136/@comment-29461586-20150527114155

Helios7719 wrote: "I have to get them out of there... They aren't really my children, more my adopted waifs. There's four of them. Martin, my eldest, was a royal bastard who was forsaken. He's fifteen, and we sort of run the house together. Then there's Gendry, who's twelve. He's an apprentice blacksmith. Ella is my youngest, only 8, training to be a great Templar one day, or so she says. I need to get them out, Marthe. I have to." Alyn said slowly, with a slight smile on his face when he started to describe them. It saddened again when he realised what he had to do. "...Alright. Take Ciel with you." Marthe said.

"But if your return endangers Par Molag, you'll be barred from entering this place." She warned before she gave Alyn an one-use warped soul gem.

"Do what you have to do. I have to stay here and man the fort."