Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-7203512-20160229034402

Aelwin remained silent, still a bit staggered by the recent events. He tightened the torn glove around his hand, the bleeding must have stopped, he thought. A bit suspicious, he remained close to Katla and Dunistair, limping behind, holding the wound in his leg.

"G-Glorfindel, right? A-any bandages?.." the Breton coughed up a few drops of blood. He found the Brass Knight's mannerisms a bit awkward, to say the least. "N-name's Aelw-win, by the way."

(Max, you got no chill, I didn't have the time to greet you back then)

(When does Part I end, btw? The thread is starting to get a little bit cluttered)