Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-26872804-20150901234027

Olaf begins to think. ''Why couldn't I have been like Kjalek? A strong nord who adventures for fun and riches. My Ma and Pa might not have hated me and called me a milk drinker then. When I finally settle down, It gets colder until my wife, the only person who had ever loved me, dies from bandtis. I had hoped I would die and escape, but I had to be brought back. I wish I could die.'' Tears begin coming out of Olaf's eyes but he wipes them up and trys to stop.