Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160501160733

Richard rose to his feet as he tilted his head, placing his boot on the redguard's shoulder, ready to retract his sword which was still stuck in Jericho's abdomen.

"Perhaps thy sword will hit its mark next time, but until then.."

He kicked the redguard off of his sword, causing Jericho to fall flat on his back on the dirty path, causing the cloth of his armor to be caked with mud and blood.

"Surely you will not indulge yourself in such behaviour next time, and not for your companions. There's little place in this world, and sticking out your neck for them will only cause your head to be severed."

He started walking past Jericho and towards the direction of the others, not even turning back to him as he sighed.

"They will recommend you for your valor, or perhaps ridicule you for your foolishness. Regardless, I advise not to provoke me again. Death should not be taken lightly, even if we ar't afflicted with this curse."

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"I am afraid I don't, although maybe perhaps a few. Unfortunately, I am not willing to share them yet, in fear of spoiling the mood. Ask me again later, maybe." Abello's response went, swift but mysterious.