Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150227203205/@comment-5543592-20150301022933

Lorcan looked a little hurt. His face was taken aback at first, before he hid his emotions with an angry furrow of his brow. Everyone treated him like this when they figured out. No one understood. Not for the first time he wished to be normal.

"Is it the healing thing?" His eyes wandered to her hand wrapped around her weapon. "I'm not going to hurt you." He looked back up at here. "It's a curse, that plagues a very small, and ancient, quanity of those of noble birth.  Trolls have a... 'thing' for the daughters of Nords.  For my particular affliction to occur, two things must happen: your father must be a troll and you must be born under the Lord Sign.  This is my curse, and I am called Trollkin for it.  The claws,"  He held up his now harmless hands, "are an entirely different issue.  But I'll tell you about those later." He let his arms drop to his sides. "Now, can we go?"