[RPG] Guilt [Glorawarthien]

[Chuong Huynh]

A single tear made its way through the stubble down Glorawarthiens cheek.
His many years of training had taught him to bury his emotions, turned him
into well tuned malicious machine, but that cold barren exterior was from
years passed. He no longer had it in him since he joined the Emerald Order.
Why did he let her wrestle him from the tendrils of shadows. What was it
that caused the unique connection he felt with Lady Hoshi. Why did he have
the same feeling sitting in Svunnetlands dungeons during her visits as those
he had in Eleador with his brother and Nnaoj. Those women that seemed so
vulnerable but yet could manipulate him with only the use of their tongues;
those that could look past his exterior and see him for what he really was,
they were his bane. Glorawarthien couldn't help but let the questions burst
into his consciousness as he walked the lonely path under the twilight sky
towards the city.

The walls of Eno glimmered ahead in the breaking dawn. The single droplet
hung from his chin like the morning dew; a constant reminder of the night
that had passed. Eno, the city of his niece, or so is the accepted rumour.
It had been a long while since he had been to the East Continent, he had
left shortly after his brothers death and Nnaoj's disappearance. He never
had the chance to see Nnaoj since she mysteriously reappeared with Annaej.
Perhaps it was the guilt he felt for abandoning the young widow for his
assassins training. And there it was again, guilt. How it would creep up on
him, for the many years he had managed to rid himself of it, a few nights in
Svunnetlands prison and it would plague him forever.
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