Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150722184854/@comment-6006054-20150731193538

Breldon was furious with himself, and with the man he thought was a friend. They had been companions, adventuring their way to Imperial City. They had helped people, righted wrongs, and had done so together. That had apparently not been enough for his companion. Ekrun had taken most of their gold, and ran off. The only thing he had learned about the theft was that his companion had headed straight to the best healer for hire in the city, spent all of the gold to repair his tortured body, and then made a beeline to the White-Gold Tower. There, the nord had apparently paced around in deep thought, before leaving, almost at a jog. After that, no more citizens had anything to tell him, and seemed a bit fed up with his questioning. Breldon sat with his head in his hands. The money was supposed to have been split, both of them were supposed to have been healed. Now he was left with bandage wrapped arm, and barely enough gold to afford another night in the inn.