*Blodwulf walks into the tavern in his regular clothing and not wearing the colors of Seshtau. He finds a seat and absently mindedly orders a mug of ale.
Once the mug arrives, he fidgets the handle while staring blankly and the mug*
"I've grown up here all of my life. Served in the military here, got out and decided to strike out on my own as a sell sword. That didn't work. Then of all things, I tried to murder the Baroness of a fucking Barony. After that entire situation was resolved, I came into possession of a ship. Granted it's helped me make a bit of coin, what good is that when you still feel hollow? Like... something is missing and you can't put your finger on it. I've personal disdain for magic. Granted, it's pulled me out of some real deep shit and I don't dispute the years and years of training it takes to master it, I prefer the coldness, the absolute sheer coldness of driving a blade into a monster. Look where that has gotten me. I'm used as nothing more than a wrecking ball with no real purpose in life. There has to be more to this. I have friends, mainly Storm who I trust with my life, bit do they hold Blodwulf in the same regard or do they see him as a means to an end, whatever that might be. It seems that no matter what it's always one step forward and two steps back, I don't blame that on King Wolfrum in the slightest but in order to win a war, you have to become war and serving in the military I've never been able to fully turn that off, it's never a sunny afternoon to me, more like a quietness before a tornado. I'm thankful that Lady Jade accepted me back into Seshtau and I understand that it's going to take a lot for her to trust me, but I feel that I am not living up to my true potential. I am a living, breathing machine of war. I don't have patience for burecatic bullshit. You see an enemy, you destroy the enemy. You don't make friends, every prisoner of war is a faunt of information and nothing more.
*Blodwulf sips his ale and looks at Saige hiding in a stack of boxes and chuckles to himself*
Never lose your spark of innocence Saige. And never lose your sense of curiosity.
