Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150514052002/@comment-1592115-20150516174102

It's now night time, the moon and the sky is reddish.

Henryk: "I was once a wanderering hunter who hunted deers and rabbits instead of what we hunt today. Days back then was peaceful. Though I was mostly alone, and I didn't have a family, yet I can still find my own joy in my own way. This is until the so called Healing Church, formed a decade ago, preached something about Septim Blood and salvations, and then everything goes downhill. Trust me, no one wants to step into Imperial City, for that place is godsakenly dangerous, not even I can describe what lurks there! It is said whoever steps into there cannot get out of there alive."

"Back to my story. I didn't have place to go, until Gehrman adopted me into his family. He's a kindhearted person who's so responsible he carries all of my burdens on his own. And so, I learnt the Hunting Technique from this grandson of the First Hunter. And now, we built this guild, not just hunting the beasts, but to stop this nightmare once and for all. I've carried too many stuff on my own, sometimes I just want to take off them once and for all"

Henryk is tempted to take off his hooded Ebony Helm, which almost covered his eyes despite it is maskless, he slightly scratches his head, but he refused to take it off.

"But there're something we should never take it off, which are our dutys, our dedications, and our delights... do we still have them?"

Henryk is a little bit upset, but he held his tears.