Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161119113716/@comment-19164168-20161119125619

"Huh?" Alana turned around and saw...

"Aia!"

(gotta wait for Mirk with this one)

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"..." Alan was deep in thought. He was weighing his options, and what path he really wanted to take. He was conflicted deep inside, between vengeance and common sense.

Yes, he did hate his father still. But after hearing his father's words, it made him doubt his desire for revenge. He wasn't the type to believe without proof, but he sensed truth in his father's words. He could feel it. He just did.

"..." Eventually, Alan desummoned his sword, and seemed to settle down.

"I see that you've made your choice" Alexandre nodded slightly, before preparing to leave.

"Once this is all over, you and I have a lot to talk about" he concluded, before he boarded his small longboat and sailed north.

Alan just stood where he was, watching his father leave. For the first time in his life, he felt so... lost.