Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160423123017

Aelwin briefly glanced at Kallen, and remained silent. Richard's cold demeanor brushed off the young Breton's desire to engage in the conversation. He placed his shaking hand on Dunistair's shoulder, leaning slightly. "M-may I?.." He uttered.

Hawksly then turned to Jericho after coughing up some blood. He wiped his mouth once more and cleared his sore throat.

"H-hey.." he mumbled to Jericho with a subtle hint of guilt, "S-sorry f-for what-t I-I s-said e-earlier... I... d-didn't m-mean t-to. It's-s j-just... t-the v-visions..."

"T-the visions?.." Aelwin heard a painfully familiar voice. He raised his head to see a fine young Breton with wavy hair falling on his forehead and eyes, as tall as Hawksly, clad in black leather armour. A cowl mostly concealed his face, and Aelwin could only see the nose, lips, and the skinny cheeks.

"Aelwin, y-you okay, lad?.." he uttered, his voice low, shaky and worried.

Hawksly rubbed his eyes to see nothing. His vision was still somewhat blurry.