Daubeny Family/Aeron/Idiot

Roleplay from Aeron Daubeny Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Tol Goldora (36 recipients) - 12 days, 16 hours, 59 minutes ago Idiot

Dirlen lay among the wounded, he groaned in pain as Aeron bandaged the wounded Captain's torso. Aeron was silent, he had not spoken since the battle, his eyes were red and raw from tears that had left long stains down his cheeks. Idiot.

He was an idiot who got his friends hurt, an idiot who couldn't follow basic instructions, an idiot who even know couldn't even be decent enough to pull his thoughts from his own self loathing to help those he got hurt. The red paper of the orders had been stuffed into his pocket, he cried when he read it.

He actually cried. What a pathetic failure, who cries from a piece of f^cking paper. He finished bandaging the Captain and stood, he walked to the very back of the cave, the deepest blackest spot where he could sit down and pretend not to exist.

He was acting like a child, he should write a letter back, he didn't want to the Marshal to hate him. But maybe he deserved it. Dark thoughts shrouded the Young Daubeny and he felt a wave of despair and dread wash over him.

What was happening to him, why was he feeling this way, he should be leading his men, inspiring them. But he couldn't, he couldn't do anything right. He sat there alone in the dark corner of the cave for a few hours before mustering the courage to write a letter back.

Lady Marshal Everwind,