Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160603164034

Abello raised an eyebrow under his bascinet, although then again he wasn't surprised at the lack of talkativity. Lately, he discovered that that was the case with most.

Gloomy times it may be, I s'pose.

"Well, you are the second Undead who rose up just when the gates to this city opened." Abello remarked, starting to get used to Undead rising from their mounds whenever important events occurred.

"Or perhaps you were Undead for a longer time? Before we managed to enter Their domain?" He asked. "Most of us are, except my Khajiti friend here."

Richard, the other knight who stood with Sebastien just now, placed a hand on Abello's shoulder. "We have to move soon, find out what to do. We'll be in the abandoned tavern over there, with the rest."

"Hold on." Sebastien said, as he pointed with his thumb at the redguard in the distance. "I'll go greet him, see if he still wants to stick around."

"Are you insane? He just..-"

"Well, let's hope he won't do it again. Doubt he will." Sebastien cut the knight short. "Go ahead without me."

"Fine." Richard said, patting Abello on his shoulder before departing, although not before he gave a curt nod towards Alandria. Clearly, he wasn't very talkative either.

Sebastien himself headed to Jericho, placing his right hand on the hilt of his greatsword and raising his hand in greeting with the other.

Abello shrugged, before turning back to Alandria, awaiting any replies.