Shortly after being 'honourably discharged' from the riders of Rohan, Rohdain found it difficult to deal with his guilt of his villages attack. Fleeing snowbourn he left for WestFold. After spending a few nights in a tavern, one evening he was sitting at a table, staring into the brown ale in his tankard, and rapping his fingers against the side of the mug from pure unhappines. Over the room he could hear a drunk man preaching about how all young men should fight for what is right.. A few minutes pass and Rohdain still continues to mind his own business, the drunk approached his table, going on about all sorts of nonsense. Saying hurtful things like "Should be fighting, not pissing away your golden years on ale!" and "Where's your family now!" Rohdain immediately grabbed his tankard and stood up, spinning his whole body round 270 degrees before colliding the tankard with the mans jaw. The man dropped onto the floor before Rohdain knelt down beside him and began to punch him in the face repeatedly with his right hand. His hand staining with blood as he continued to drive his fist down harder and harder into the mans face, men frantically trying to pull him off but the adrenaline only fuelling his rage. Eventually he would stand to his feet and rip his sword from his sheathe with rehearsed precision, booming from deep within his lungs Rohdain shouts "Does anyone else, have a problem!?" The sound of the shout echoing far beyond the confinements of the small inn.
The blood of one stains his hands, but the blood of many stain his mind..
