Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150218143912/@comment-25038310-20150225171514

Antoine glared at the Jarl, when she doubted his loyalty. He looked down, his hood clouding his eyes as they stared at the blue carpet in the hall.

"Listen, girl.."

He looked up, his emrald eyes flickering in the dimly lit hall as he clutched his fists.

"I withessed the burning down of Falkreath. By doing so, I saved a woman that was about to get stabbed by some snake.

When I saved her, instead of running, she decided to weep for her late husband that was stabbed in the fucking gut."

He looked down again.

"The thing is that earlier, I had to choose between who of the two I was going to save.."

He pointed at Kitiara, his glare screaming thoughts of murder and anger.

"Then I joined your little rebellion group, fought in your group, with only one thing in mind. The destruction of those serpents!

If you question my loyalty, please do continue. Because for all I care, I have no reason to attempt to kill you or anyone else in this city for that matter!"

Although his voice was muffled by a bandana, it was clear that emotion was being heard and echoed across the hall.