Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-26103034-20160211213345

Jawan raised his eyebrows, before shrugging, wincing slightly again at the pain, and slinging the weapon over his shoulder again.

He took a seat next to the knight, as he started talking, "My name is Jawan Hiver. I tell the truth when I say that I came here for no reason. I just wander and, if I can, help."

He paused for a moment, sighing, before continuing, "I was walking, and then there was this... scream, a screech. Clanking metal as well. I followed the noises and I found myself in some battlefield. Just North of here. There was a young lad, some poor Nord.

"He was being attacked, the man, and I came, wanting to help. There was this...  thing, all rotting and, and, and the stench of death and blood, pain, worthlessness and a thousand other things. I fought him, tried to tell the Nord to run, and he tried to run, tried and failed and there were too many and they were behind me and they just wouldn't die and... and I did.

"And then I didn't. I... I don't know. It's- I'm- I think..."

His voice trailed off, and he stared pensievely into the fire, ignoring the smoke and dirt stinging his eyes.