It's what I know

As usual his circumstances, once explained, derailed any further conversation to be had for a time. So many questions, most repeated enough that he was ready with a well rehearsed spiel of quick facts and answers. Most faces fell in the usual way his companions did, nearly every single one apologised. Frank found it ridiculous. There was nothing to be done and they had no hand in it. Or did they? In any case, if ever presented, how would he even know?

[color=#c14700]“Yes. It does make my new lease on life rather interesting. Kirkwall is the first place I have felt any familiarity but still, nothing of note has revealed anything more to my past.” [/color]

The question over family though gave him some pause. Out of nowhere, he rested a hand over the man’s shoulder, the tone more serious than his previous jovial teasing.[color=#c14700] “A family does not lend itself to the sharing of blood. A child does not have to be yours to love and cherish, or to pass on the mantle to. Not every woman enjoys pregnancy.”[/color] Slapping Nate’s back, Frank would suddenly laugh. [color=#c14700]“Not that I know anything for certain. I am a man without any idea of himself, just that he is lost in the world with nearly zero regrets to weigh him down. Currently, anyway” [/color]