Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161113031156

(Sure,go ahead and RP them.) "We need to talk, Tankard. A matter of great importance and news that will bring great joy to you", Tormund teased.

"My dear friend, what could bring me greater happiness than these fine companions around me?", the man known as Tankard chuckled defyingly, slapping one of the wenches' naked bottom.

"I need to see my brother, your king. Urgently.",the breton changed his tone into a more serious one.

"Ah, that. And here I thought you came by to remember the good ole days. What a pity... Well, I have grave news for you, then.", Tankard sat up and pushed the women away, "Your brother is dead."

At first, Tormund thought it was a joke. A poor timed joke, seeing that he had suffered the loss of Doraleous just a few days ago.

"I'm serious, Tankard. Tell Joramun to come here and speak to me, I have great news to him and his subjects.", the King of Farrun said, impatiently.

"I'm sorry, Tormund, but this time I'm not joking. There has been months since we last heard of him. The pirates no longer have a King.", the redguard's new tone indicated that he was indeed telling the truth.

Tormund's legs weakened and almost failed him. He grabbed the nearest chair and sat on it, staring at the floorboards.

"It is very complicated and we are yet to find any indications that he is truly dead. We found nothing of his ship or crew in any of the seas...", Tankard explained further, "He was a good man and an even better King.

(TBC)