Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150428121208/@comment-24736819-20150523175032

"That is not good...not good at all.", Borgus commented to himself as he walked through the dark corridors of the Dark Tower. The fat, moustached breton only had his lantern as source of light so as he approached the underways of the Tower, he'd need to dim the light a bit.

"Waking up more of them...", he shook his head, "Never before their time. This is not the reasonable way to do things."

The castellan seemed to be arguing against himself to whether or not his Duke was in his healthiest state of mind.

"Ssshouldn't be ssso loud down here, Borgusss.", a familiar voice came from behind him, almost making the moustached breton have a heartattack.

"Gods damn it, Dùlan! What are you doing here? You should be preparing the cloaks and gears to the ones I'll awake.", he protested.

"It'sss done already and I got bored awaiting, ssso I decided to come check up on you...Sssee if you ended up dead, but apparentely you are having troublesss following ordersss jussst becaussse they came from Lady Lisss inssstead of our Duke.", Dùlan hovered around Borgus. The man's, if that coukd be called a man, pale face in the lantern light almost gave him the looks of an apparition rather than a real being and Borgus decided to ignore him.

"No problem, just having troubles finding the keys in this darkness...", the fat breton lied, even though he knew that Dùlan would see through his lie. He decided that the weirdo was right, it wasn't his place to doubt orders...so he finally placed the key in the keyhole and turned it.