IV: The Manor
Einlian felt like he had been walking in a daze this whole time, helping where he could, staying quiet the rest of the time. Now though, the disaray of the rooms made him think of home. A Sharp intake of breath and his head cleared as he thought of his father, the father that beat him when his bed wasn't made or he hadn't cooked enough food even when there wasn't sufficient.
Quietly but with venom "My father would have blown his top at this. This may not be perfect being out here, but at least I'm not back home. His hand went to the marks on his body, covered slightly but still a reminder of harder times then to the daggers at his belt, open palms resting on the top of the handles. This aggitation hadn't been seen before by the group but it seemed he wasn't the only one.
He caught himself and relaxed.
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