Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170617000931/@comment-5583506-20170621214216

Shanks lit up at the Meilir's remark, snickering obscenely. "Khajiit sees you, writing man. Weak and embittered. Fragile. Chasing pipe dreams from afar. Oh, yes. Childhood dreams, yet you constantly crush them under the weight of your own endeavours to pursue them. Sad. Very sad. You have Shanks pity. Or maybe you don't? It doesn't matter in the end. For what is more pitiful? The deemed madman or the one who needs his pity?"