Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-24736819-20160414233616

(Elyas' father was a King xD...but yeah, Tor is a nice guy and he'd attend the funeral.)

Mandaloon shook his head with a sad look on his face, realizing he'd never see his wife again. Not in this life at least.

"Father?", Wym asked.

Mandaloon suddenly started to laugh, making his chins tremble.

"Father?", Wym Bathou repeated before grabbing the letter, "What foolish men! No wonder he cowardly awaited the northern forces to leave before making a move..."

"Don't you get it, Wym, my son? They are the answer! The letter says they have their weapons pointed towards us, how long do you think it will be before those bruttish demon-knights find them?!", Mandaloon laughed hysterically now.

"They placed themselves between the hammer and the anvil... All we have to do is wait.", Wym commented nodding, with a smile appearing on his face, "Sooner rather than later they'll realize that being here with us and fighting alongside us is the only way to survive..."

"Screw that! That foolish little King spat on the hand I offered him and now we'll be dealing with normal warriors rather than those fiendish brutes... We'll be here to finish them off as they run away, perhaps we could even manage to go back to the ships and escape this lands while those two clash."

"So, what will you answer him?", Wym asked.

"Bring the courier back in here, I'll tell him that his little challenge has been accepted. This will be the last time someone takes me for a buffoon.", Lord Bathou turned his smile into an angry look before receiving the courier and sending him away with the answer to the challenge.