Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-24696651-20150522225255

"Wait," Lysander said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "At least tell me what you believed in."

He paused for a moment, wondering whether to keep asking or if to leave it, seeing how much this Breton cared about her comrades. He then swallowed nervously, as though to suppress a lump in his throat. In truth, he was thinking of a suitable lie.

"My... My brother... was a member of the party," Lysander uttered, slowly and sorrowfully. "The party was his life. He was passionate about. It consumed him like a fire. I never payed much attention.

"But then... my brother..." Lysander trailed of for a bit, keeping his eyes unfocused and glazed, and also slightly watery by looking straight into the hearth. "My brother was murdered by political rivals. And I swore that I would carry on his legacy, or at the very least, end the legacy of his murderer."