Wolfbane
Why change the past when you can own this day?
"A same reason as you. As we all are." Ardin grabbed his dagger subtly from his boot. "I see you have known Ria. Friends? Well let's get this straight, we, like you, are here because of the bandit problem in Elsweyr. We need any help we can get. I see you're hurt. Come, sit, eat, share with us. I hope we can be more civil. I would hate for the blood shed to happen now of all places. We just cooked some venison too, if you're hungry." The argonian sat down and talked to Ria.
Ardin but his dagger in his back incase any other surprises showed up. He looked at Ria, while red and orange of the fire danced upon his face. Her story had the same points as his, the pain, the happiness, all of it. It was a sad story. When the time comes for my story, I'll leave out the attacks. They don't need to know now, and I don't need to relive it again. For now, I'm just going to have a happier story. Well, I will say some of my friends died in the sword, just to add some truth in there.Ardin was staring at Ria longer than he thought because she returned the gaze while still talking to her friend. He gave a smirk, than turned to the rest of the group. "Well, I guess it's my turn. I grew up in Falkreath with my brother Hendrikk. Our parents both served in the great war and fell in love there. Can you imagine, love on a battlefield?" He laughed at the thought. "Our father taught us how to fight, how to use armor, block, swords, and so on. Our mother taught us how to read, write, cook, manners, clothes washing, archery, and restoration. Just as far to wear we can use healing spells, not much beyond that. When my brother and I came of age we joined a traveling group of bounty hunters. We traveled everywhere. Caught some of the toughest bounties. Unfortunately, people die. I lost some of my friends. After our time there, we returned home to our parents. I joined the Legion and loved it. Of course, it wears on you, so I left and became a bounty hunter! Hence why I'm here."
Ardin but his dagger in his back incase any other surprises showed up. He looked at Ria, while red and orange of the fire danced upon his face. Her story had the same points as his, the pain, the happiness, all of it. It was a sad story. When the time comes for my story, I'll leave out the attacks. They don't need to know now, and I don't need to relive it again. For now, I'm just going to have a happier story. Well, I will say some of my friends died in the sword, just to add some truth in there.Ardin was staring at Ria longer than he thought because she returned the gaze while still talking to her friend. He gave a smirk, than turned to the rest of the group. "Well, I guess it's my turn. I grew up in Falkreath with my brother Hendrikk. Our parents both served in the great war and fell in love there. Can you imagine, love on a battlefield?" He laughed at the thought. "Our father taught us how to fight, how to use armor, block, swords, and so on. Our mother taught us how to read, write, cook, manners, clothes washing, archery, and restoration. Just as far to wear we can use healing spells, not much beyond that. When my brother and I came of age we joined a traveling group of bounty hunters. We traveled everywhere. Caught some of the toughest bounties. Unfortunately, people die. I lost some of my friends. After our time there, we returned home to our parents. I joined the Legion and loved it. Of course, it wears on you, so I left and became a bounty hunter! Hence why I'm here."