Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-24141785-20150611150737

Brynjar glanced up at the sky, turning to the stars. He sighed; he wish he had a proper place to call home, a place where he could die as an old man. Brynjar unsheathed his sword, examining it.

He felt alone, moreso than ever before. Although he had the others to talk to he lost the person he had cared about most. Usually, he would be at peace, hoping that she was watching him. Now, he felt like she had abandoned him, left him.

Tears trickled from his eyes and he placed his palms over his head, curling into a ball.