Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160327063924

"S-sorry for-r y-your s-son." Aelwin exhaled with a hint of compassion that could be hardly felt due to his hoarse voice.

You're not a monster...

Aelwin glanced at the church in haste, before turning around to see the group, Dunistair examining the statues, the bell tower, the catherdal's massive entrance. He couldn't detect the source of the voice calling out to him.