Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-24736819-20191031144637

The undead man's helmet made for a poor target for one using his bare hands. As soon as the drunken brawler's fist met the cold, hard carapace of his armor, Fjoll tilted his head back for a bit.

"Tell me, barkeeper, what is the word around when it comes to joining the Jarl's militia?", the mage asked after taking a swig of the liquor.

Meanwhile, the undead warrior tilted his head back, clearly unfazed by the hit and let out a growl which sounded a lot like laughter. He was yet to attack his adversary.