Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160816195250

"Thanks, Prince Jakin.", Lisbeth nodded in appreciation of the kind words, "I suppose yo..."

The redhaired woman was about to say something, but immediately stopped.

"Prince Jakin.", a cold, lifeless voice called from behind the Prince and his men. It was Duke Vladir Draluc, who instead of looking at the person he was speaking to, stared blankly at his own sister.

"King Tormund has grave news about the incoming battle and he'd like you to join him again.", the man sounded bored and his voice was barely audible, forcing the people around him to try very hard so they could hear what he just said.

"You cocksucking arseholes!", Rakhr shouted towards the guards of the battlements, "My brother shall be freed from your puny grasp!"

The redguard grabbed a large rock and threw it perfectly at one of the guards.

Ande took a deep breath, shook his head negatively and wondered if all that was truly worth.

"Who is the bloody Captain?", he asked himself, since Rakhr was long gone from their hiding spot. The breton eyed the two shadows again, trying to figure it out, but failing miserably, "Screw it!"

Quickly, Ande Harriseux joined the redguard in an attempt to draw the guards attention, so Balin and Fiandrael could finally make a run out of Glenpoint's Keep.