Smoke whispered, "It is okay, Isaac."

he whispered, *but... theres so much wrong with me...*

Smoke whispers, "Everyone has issues. It is up to you to learn how to deal with yours, just like I did."

*you... you had issues?*

Smoke said, "I was younger than you when my parents brought me to Skyrim. We were travelling along a known route. The issue is, we were accosted by a pack of werewolves. They ripped my parents apart before my eyes. Then another werewolf showed up at the last moment and saved me, but received fatal wounds in the process. I tried to make it comfortable, and I licked it's ear like my mother had done for me. This lead to my ingestion of werewolf blood, which lead to me turning.
"I grew up a scrappy orphan, not knowing where I would sleep the next night. I was not much older that you when I joined a guild of assassin's. Yeah, I have problems."

Isaac was shaken.

Smoke says, "Come on. Let's go home."

Isaac rose, taking Smokes hand. *lets backtrack.*

Smoke nods.

(timeskip?)