12-01-2015, 06:55 PM
Kyrem sighs and shakes his head, "Lishten here, missy." He says, lightly rasping his knuckle on the table, "Y'gotta shtop feelin sorry fer yeself all the damn time." He licks his lips as he pauses to collect his thoughts into a coherent sentence, "I came to Rallinwood lookin for... someone... someone I trusted... someone who killed someone... someone I loved more than... anyone else in this world." The elf's fingers dig into the wood of the table, sparks emanating from under his palms as his knuckles turn white, "Now... everyone from my old life... is probably dead. My home is gone... this penal colony is all that I have." He looks up at her, "And I'm not the only one, Jarl Callum and Sven both lost brothers here, Lilith's entire home and family is gone too." He clears his throat, seeming suddenly more sober, "We all have our fight. If you're going to break down this easily, this world is going to chew you up. I'm not saying don't feel sad, but I suggest you grow some thicker skin." He collects his drink off the table and walks out of the tavern, the door closing heavily behind him.