Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160209154925/@comment-6006054-20160225022544

Taervik didn't know how to answer. To have a home? To no longer be refuse, to be free of the label of exile? Or perhaps to reclaim some vestige of pride? All were true, but speaking them would gain him nothing, and could lose him everything.

"To do something that matters." Taervik answered, quietly. A truth, and perhaps too much of one. The sun's light seemed cold to him now.