by larenee » Mon Jun 21, 2010 12:08 am
Kroft can also be found walking restlessly around camp. He can't quite settle his mind enough to sleep, so he pulls out his everburning torch and does some extra poking around on the upper level of the ruined monastary. He does avoid those areas where folk have made quarters, but there are several other areas into which he can wander without disturbing others. He quietly looks through piles of rubble and debris and inspects unsearched corners. He does not expect to find anything, but at least his hands are busy.
Between stops, his mind goes back to that woeful night his hometown died. He tries to recall any details of the great tragedy, but all he seems to remember is his father's wracking sobs turning into somber, blank-faced depression. Finding nothing new in that line of thinking, he tries to go further back. His mother is an even deeper mystery to him. All he knows is that she was likely some kind of adventurer, since she had a suit of fine leather armor -- the only item of hers he still owns. He wonders if she ever visited this once-holy place. Again, his memory is devoid of any details.
He continues wandering the ruins, passing beneath Erin's perch without seeming to notice her....
Kroft Gypsum, human rogue
