[center][h1]Liandrich[/h1][/center]
[@Silen Syanka]
[i]Lie. Lie! Lie! Lie![/i] The voice in Liandrich's head kept saying. The same voice that screamed: [i]Fight! Fight! Fight![/i] and deep in the night cried: [i]Survive! Survive! Survive! Live![/i]. A voice he thought of as both as a serpent and a guardian angel. A voice that was only interested in one thing: survival. Often through the worst of terms. It was the voice that guided him as a warrior. Not a mindless barbarian but a thoughtful knight. Striking and deflecting when needed. It was the voice that dictated, in a cold manner, how to best obliterate his opponent. The voice also kept him company when he was alone. When at night there was no-one and he felt like he was the last human being on the earth. He loathed those lonesome nights.

Never the less he was offered a choice: speak the truth or lie. Both could have unforeseen and unknowable consequences. Eventually he decided, after a few seconds of silence. He didn't trust her yet. For him, trust had to be built. But he was willing to lay down the first brick. "Liandrich." he said short.