Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-15792134-20131104175833

Urdin stopped with his fork half way to his mouth when Melira spoke. He lowered the fork, but kept it in his hand. He listened to Zaffre intently. As her story whent on a feeling of sympathy, and even guilt for acting the way he did at their last stop, and to Calco at this one. As he heard of the Perraults treatment to her, he grew angry. As she told the story, Urdin had unconsciously started to bend the fork in his clenched hand. By the time she finished, he had folded it in half twice.

As she finished. He had to fight the urge to stand up and storm off. He breathed deeply trying to calm himself. Knowing of the suffering of a friend and that he had no way of helping it, then or now. He swallowed, trying hard to keep his composure. How many times had he picked up a sparring blade, or trained with a shield, all stamped with the Perrault name. He never thought anything of it. But now, knowing what they were doing as he practiced with their weapons. He swore never to use one of their weapons again. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He managed to croak out with a shaking voice. He gently squeezed with his hand before withdrawing. He sat there silently. He lost his appetite.