Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160321140536

Abello's breathing slowly increased, as he patched up his wound and stopped the bleeding by tying a few nearby rags that were present in the house on the place where his leg had been severed.

It had taken a long time and his severed limb had finally stopped twitching around. He still cringed at the sight of it, but his gaze was mostly turned to the ceiling as if he was contemplating something, or trying to get a grip on reality in order not to boggle his mind.

He turned to the people in the shack - more specifically to Aelwin and Dunistair as he snickered, which was something not completely out of his character. It seemed forced, however.

"Th-Thank you.. by the way." He told them. "I.. I'm glad you did not believe him. I told you, he's a madman.. He.. he's probably at the graveyard at the edge of town now."

"He's probably gone insane. More insane than he was just now. Think that was his last death."

He sighed.

"I.. I have to die. It'll be the only way I can get my leg back. The pain's gone now, so I won't be at that much of a risk.. if he had killed me back when he tried.. I wouldn't be myself anymore." He looked up at one of them, asking the silent question. "You.. you haven't witnessed an Undead's.. 'death', right?"