Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161212045904/@comment-24280666-20161214232039

Elric sprung from his chair, his hands looking for a dagger. Before him he saw an aging Breton. The voice was so familiar, and he recognized the dagger within his hand. It was Stauntax.

"Stauntax! My dear, dear old friend!" Elric cried, overjoyed at encountering his old friend. "Looks like you cured the whole blood eating thing, eh?" he laughed, hoping Stauntax would recognize him after twenty years.