corielldog
Junior Member
Ezra spent the morning in his room, sitting at the edge of his bed with his armor half dawned. The chilled morning air sept into his room, the moist fog making his blanket feel heavy against his back. In his hand he held his necklace dedicated to Helm, a small shield, poorly carved from wood, one of the the first things he ever made for himself in his new life. His knuckles were white as he held it for what seemed like hours. He came to his senses after a while and realized that he had been crying. He put the rest of his armor on and straightened himself before stepping out and going downstairs. It took until then for him to realize just how long he had been in deep thought as he saw his companions were gone. “Ms. Thesa! Excuse me but I was wondering if you knew my compatriots locations perchance?”