*A letter has been posted*

[littlelotte]

*A letter has been posted, boasting a feminine scrawl*

These past few months have weighed on my mind and heart heavily.
I am not who I used to be. I feel in order to be the warrior I once was, I need to leave Corymr; to find myself. I will return to you all.


Lunitari the Bloodaxe

[Panros]

Hunched over, Torgeir rested a gauntlet covered arm against the wooden board while leaning his head into his forearm. The lighting in the hallway below the inn was dim. Footsteps, creaking from the ceiling above, and the soft crackle of flame coming from the lanterns, were the only noises Torgeir heard besides his sigh.

The large man straightened his neck then lowered his silver clothed hood, the adamantine links inside it clinking against his pauldrons. He eyed the letter once more, a piece of parchment tacked to the message board amongst many other scrolls and papers, then closed his eyes and exhaled softly. He felt that he might have added to the weight that burdened her heart and mind. He felt it was he who was responsible for her change … partially.

He noticed the change the last few times he was with her. Lunitari was not herself as of late, or the woman Torgeir knew and fell in love with. He felt she was troubled, but he chose not to question her for his forwardness usually ended up having the two at ends. He chose not to comfort or help her for she would more than often not let him do such things. Luna would always strive to be a warrior though she was not in combat. She would fight off his concerns for her. Torgier wondered if he pressed her with his worry too often, enough to cause her to become conflicted and leave Cormyr.

Though he knew that she loved him, there were two others who he thought Luna considered before him. Torgeir furrowed his brows, his face slowly hardening. He questioned her about the two many times in fear of her safety. He questioned her how she could hold a man and elf, such as they, as friends. The giant man grunted and balled his hands into fists. She changed whenever she was near the two, acting more harsh and brusque. The large man rubbed his temples realizing that she treated him differently, lowly even, whenever those two were around her. The two were to blame for her changes, for her leave… partially.

A grunt of a sigh escaped Torgeir’s lips and he knew then, as he stared to Luna’s letter, that he was a fool for not seeing it sooner. That he chose to deny what he felt, what he heard, what he saw all for the sake of making Luna happy. Torgeir ran a plate covered hand through his hair then down the side of his face over his shadow of a beard.

He would not play the fool anymore. These changes were brought upon herself by herself realized Torgeir. He would hold then kiss her, if she let him, when he next saw her. He would still love her. He would ask her questions and he would demand answers… when he next saw her.

[marklar]

*looking over the message board for new messages since he's been gone he see the letter and reads it quickly, then thinks to himself*

"hm, how interesting.." marklar says to himself quietly as he pulls out a piece of paper and quil and begins to write.

i have returned, when you come, back seek me out...you know where i will be.

Marklar Woodshadow