Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150314031208/@comment-32663439-20150316083425

Vorwith smirked. "I will try my best, then. What about something along the lines of...Jeroni? Or Pacena? Seyriin?" he said, throwing a couple of ideas out.

"How did he know? The dust?" Kodlak questioned.

Kodlak sighed. "I don't know. I wish I hadn't. I hate the woman, now. I love Erik, but it would have been better if I had had him with someone else." His eyes started to water. "Why are you always so nice to me? Why do you care? Am I even worth your time? It doesn't feel like it. You're such a wonderful person, and I'm....I'm a failure. A failure of a king. Of a father. Of...of everything, really." It was obvious that he was more intoxicated than Thryssa initially could tell. He rarely cried, even when he was mildly drunk.

The man hesitated for a minute, before saying "Send your commanding officer or leader in. We'll not negotiate shouting across the field." He then turned away, and the gates opened, revealing the still closed porticullis, which would open when someone came.