Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-17114085-20160712232906

Julien scowled. "I mean to leave this damned city today and you are wasting my time."

He walked over to the fireplace, where the pieces of the destroyed Stentor sigil statue were still on the floor. "Get to the point, I am in no mood for this. Why have you come all this way?" he asked again.

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The night continued, all the while King Rob couldn't go to sleep. He had been in bed since the battle, he couldn't rest any longer. He wanted to get on his horse right now and catch up with Tormund and the others. However that wasn't possible.

He was shirtless, so the scar on his abdomen was easily seen. It was large, taking up a quarter of his lower torso. On his lower back a similar, yet a bit smaller, scar was located from where the lance came out of him. I was reckless in that battle.If I do that again I might not live. Dying was the last thing he wanted, he still had much to do.