Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160622183949

"Well, since people are eager to go, no reason to tarry. Let us not waste time on idle chit-chat and get on with it, shall we?" Abello asked noone in particular as he exited the building.

Aerzed looked at the strange group as he sighed, continuing on his way as he took the lead. He led the group through the abandoned and ruined buildings, through formerly crowded streets, past groups of mortal pygmees who sat at the corners of buildings or chanted their prayers, and finally arrived at the edge of the river that stood dry, which led through the outer ring of the city. Where the river was supposed to go through the inner ring, only rubble remained as a part of the inner wall had crumbled down, but not up to a point that it could be scaled.

In the dry river bed down below there were multiple entrances to gaping holes of dark, leading to the sewers of the city where the Doyen would be hiding.

"We've arrived. Let's jump down and be on our way, as fast as can be. However, I have one wish before we proceed."

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"I believe perhaps we must," Sebastien said, agreeing with Glorfindel's suggestion. "Let us pretend we come in good faith, and not in ill will. We will speak no ill of the immortals in his presence - no doubt that he will lead us to the dismal saint then." He said.

"I'd say to let Katla take a word, but she's not all too talkative." He said, raising an eyebrow at her. "A woman's words can sound a lot more innocent than a man's. Although, I'm not sure if that's the case with her."

"Not the time for jokes, Richard." Sebastien said, rather annoyed. "Glorfindel, you have a way with words. Tell him we are upholders of the Immortal faith, or something like that."