Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160515102528

Abello was glad that the man was willing to shake his hand; it might have been a small gesture for Delevan, but the jovial man certainly appreciated it abit more than him. He had to admit he did not look all that approachable at first, but he did feel abit more comfortable around this stranger now.

He turned around as he heard Hawksly departing, seeing that their training was over.

"It seems that we are on our way now," Abello said as he walked alongside Delevan. "But I have yet to introduce you to the others."

He briefly looked around the group, acquianting the lancer with most of them, in no particular order.

"You have already met Dunistair and Katla - a melancholic and serious bunch, I know, but they are strong and capable allies in batttle, just like most people in this group.

There you have Lyre, Kallen and Slade. The newest addition to our group was Kallen, the archer. Lyre and Slade were encountered in the town of Farrun, and aided us with a fight against a cleric and his lackeys." He said as he gestured to the few who had said little to nothing. This did brew some suspicion in Abello, and hoped that they hadn't met the same fate as the redguard farmer.

"That over there," He said as he pointed to a sickly man and a redguard. "Are Aelwin and Jericho. The young lad is terribly sick, but he is stronger than he looks. The redguard is quite capable as well, although he is very agressive when one insults Aelwin, as seen with the case of Richard.

And talking about Richard, there he is." He told Delevan as he gestured with his head towards the spurned knight, outfitted with unusual armor befitting of that of a knight. "He is quite formidable, but not very talkative either."

"Fyr over there is a scout and wields the spear, and Glorfindel, also known as the Brass Knight, is an elf skilled with the halberd."

As Abello pointed at the last Undead he wished to introduce, his merry voice turned melancholic, as he let out a small sigh and talked in such a silent way it could almost be identified as a whisper.

"The one redguard we left behind.. is Jawan Hiver, although I am afraid he cannot join us any longer. That is why we will leave him here, roaming around these plains."