Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160324101212

Abello swiftly turned around upon hearing a familiar voice, one that he would not have expected to hear again if it weren't for the other group of Undead.

"Why, if it isn't Glorfindel, the Brass Knight! I had not seen you before, and had feared that you had fallen victim to the inhabitants of this repulsive town. There was no telling what they could've done to you or your companions here." He said as he turned to Fyr, Brennus, and Slade.

"In fact, I don't think I have encountered you two yet! I am Abello, a jovial fellow, unlike these destitute peasants that mgiht or might not have assaulted you. They are easily distracted, by the looks of it, as they only have an eye for that large plume of smoke."

He turned back to the other group of Undead that had just passed the broken down fences of the cemetery.

"Why, these peasants don't even mimic the behaviour of the brooding knight or the enigmatic woman. They are indeed much worse when it comes to being able to reason with them, no doubt."