Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160624112231

"I was tasked by the Monarch of Lutgard to recover holy relics, weapons wielded by an extroardinary individual, here in this city of Jehanna. However, I cannot have others in the way of this. I have led you this far, and I know the way to the Doyen himself in the maze that forms the sewers of this city.

I cannot beat the Doyen alone - so I will need others.

However, you have the numbers but do not know the way.

You will not touch the Doyen's arsenal of weapons, and in return I will lead you to him. What say you?"

Abello looked at the rest for a moment, cocking his head at them as he raised his shoulders, shrugging. It was clear he did not care much for the weapons, although he was rather curious as to why a redguard desired them.

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Dominie Boyd's lips curled into a mischievous smirk, before he turned his back to the Undead as he walked up the spiral of stairs with an elderly and strange gait. His bony hand beckoned the others outside the belltower with a small gesture, not saying a word as his feet climbing every step echoed throughout the building.

"That's a go-ahead, I believe." Richard muttered. "No nasty surprises in store either, as far as I know. I think your wordplay might actually have deceived him, elf."