Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5543592-20150309024824

Perdix was left in Rigvar's room with the melancholy thought from Valkyrie. He left his armor cuirass and bracers in her room, but it didn't matter. He pulled off his trousers and unwrapped his loincloth, piling the clothes in a chair by the bed. This room was well decorated, and full of memories. He felt like a trespasser. That didn't stop him, however, from pulling the Cowl from his vest and sliding it under one of the pillows. He pulled off his vest and tossed it, then pulled the covers from the bed. He lay flat on his stomach, as to avoid irritating his scars, and pulled the blankets over himself. (Count of Monty-Cristo reference) Hell, even the rug was comfortable.

(Time-skip?)