Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161209115203

"I have a hunch about what the Knight-Commander might ask you, sir.", Tristan whispered to the big knight.

"I do, too, sir Gallahad. My mind is finally getting together and it didn't took much for me to figure it out...", Doraleous replied in a serious tone.

The big knight's tone was enough to cease the conversation while they fed, but after a few moments the silence was broke.

"Commander, Sir, may we finally send word to Storig that we are alive and well? The others wished to wait for your recovery until we did so...", Percival said, immediately regreting his decision.

"What do you mean you did not send word to Storig that we were alive?! Are you daft the bunch of you?!", despite his harsh words, Doraleous was speaking calmly and controlled, "Yes send a bloody letter to Sir Mordred and tell him we are expected to arrive in a few days."

The big Knight-commander finished his meal and nodded to Tristan so the young squire could lead him to his next appointment with Jovron. Sooner than expected, the Knight-Commander of the Black Fortress heard a few knocks at his door.