Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150808025353

"You really want to do this, Balin? I mean, I've been around longer than you...", Joramun replied, worried but also impressed by his nephew's attitude.

"Are you afraid I might beat you, Uncle?", the Prince mocked, finishing up the rum and getting up.

The younger of the elder Toreau shook his head as he got up, "Your father wont be happy to heat about this...but I can't refuse the challenge, follow me."

His tone changed into something darker and way more serious than before. Balin studied his uncle, because truth be told he couldn't even remember the last time they saw each other.

They walked out of the bar and towards the docks with a few folks following them, amongst whom were also Azaron and Brujlv. As they strolled through the several anchored ships, Balin realized that he couldn't find his uncle's vessel.

"Uncle...where did you anchored?", he asked. Joramun simply smirked as he kept walking.