Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-4964060-20140619002638

(Sol) I shake my head, letting the ranger go on ahead. I silently reminisced upon what he had told me before we had set up camp, and a sense of bitterness crept along inside me. I took out my blade and began to sharpen it's edges in an attempt to calm my nerves. How had his Order survived the dire wolves? More importantly, how was he able enough to hunt them when he had only seen fourteen winters? I remembered my encounter with the dire wolves from years past. Their black pelts, red eyes, and fanged maws gnashing at my legs as I swung in an attempt to stay them off. I still bore the scar from one of them, which stretched all the way from my thigh to the bottom of my chin. I continued to sharpen my blade, still trying to put out the roaring flames of jealousy that continued to burn in my heart.