The Bloody Dawn

One foot in the door and one out. That is how I feel tonight. It is most peculiar. In one sense I am glad to be with these people as detached as I feel. I'm not certain mentally I was prepared for what transpired. Sworn in officially now, a company member. I even have my own sigil. No, all I sought was Taala funnily enough as I needed to blow off some steam but not in the sense that you might think, poor reader. In truth, impulse aside I have no time for dalliances. Utterly meaningless as they are.

Her quiver was somewhat lighter when she clashed the door shut behind her in a rage.  She had quarreled fiercely with Eroforth, the number of arrows she’d left sticking out of his door were some indication of just how angry she was.

MEGANO

Hardoleth

Hardoleth.Captain of The Bloody Dawn. A man with no scruples and a reputation of being a ladies man.I do not think I lie, when I say that he had probably bedded all of the women in the company.Of course, I was not surprised to hear this since the women of the company was made up of wenches that had no further aspiration in life than of that to be wed to any of the men of importance within.As you can tell, I was not impressed by any of them.

The gentle breeze of night flowed around him in her deceiving quiet, she wrapped him in her gentle embrace, like a soft child lying awake in her arms, he sat upon the roof. He enjoyed the night. He was born from within her whom. She cared for him on the streets of Lake Town, his past. She was a gentle friend. So far the only one in which he could truly trust. Below him the town of Bree sprawled open under the dim light of the stars. It was deathly in its slumber.

He breezed into the hall, free as a bird, as charismatic as ever.  Her eyes followed him and soon enough he was by her side with that grin of his "So what has changed around here Rohir?..."