nothing ventured, nothing gained
07-01-2022, 11:52 PM
She seemed curious about him. Torben realized she was probably prodding gently for information, having an inquisitive mind. He didn't like to speak much about himself, or speak at all. His throat burned with dehydration and his mind was a mess. Too fresh, the slip into this world. Too fresh, the loss of his people. He felt his head drooping the more they spoke, and it was only politeness that caused him to keep going. "They killed us" he spoke quietly, wearily "raided. Burned our walls. Killed women, chil'ren... They didn't care. We took their land, y'see... Years ago. Before I was even born" but the sins of the father were the sins of his children "m' people were raiders, upon a time" Torben was not sure if anyone survived, but he didn't have hope "drove out folks who lived there. Ye, we probably deserved it. But they didn't hafta kill everyone." Grief was clear in his tone, and his red eyes were uneasily reliving the raid. |