Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150214131106/@comment-32420582-20150215011524

"Thanks." Inigo said as she left, Inigo closed the door then sat down on the bed and took his helmet off, he took his gauntlets off aswell. He sighed at the fact he hadn't really taken care of himself during the months; he hadn't cut his beard or stuble, he hadn't kept his hair neat, he had rarely cleaned himself, he ate and drank only when needed, he had slept in the wilderness without a tent or campfire, he lived off his sorroundings and rarely slept... "Well, I guess it adds to my rougish charms...?" he joked and half asked himself.

He drew his sword which had basically became apart of him, the sword had claimed so many lives, it has fed on the blood of a Dragon to the blood of a Sparrow. Inigo rubbed the fang marks on his neck from a pretty nasty Dragon that nearly killed him, he started to think about how much he had missed speaking to humans, elves and beastfolk, he started to think about how he was a lone wolf.

"I am a lone wolf..." he mumbled to himself as he stared at his hand which a cut mark on it from an assassin that tried to kill him.