Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160529173020

Abello widened his eyes for a moment as he slowly turned around, having heard the sound resembling that of an animal sinking his teeth into his prey. Once he laid his gaze upon Jericho and Aelwin, he hastily grabbed for the hilt of the sword that was in his sheathe, but he failed to draw it, paralyzed in fear as he looked at poor Hawksly being eaten by the redguard. He wanted to take a step towards them, or lunge at Volkin, but he couldn't.

 He muttered a word to himself, a name, but it was so silent that only the knight next to him managed to understand what he actually said as he looked at the struggle.



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 Richard rose an eyebrow as the mist engulfed the nearby area, and was about to obfuscate everything around him. Before this happened, he could have sworn he heard the poet utter the name Hawksly, but it was said in such a silent and shocked manner that he couldn't resist turning to Aelwin, only resulting in him drawing his sword with widened eyes, much in the same way as Abello.

 He had seen many Undead with boggled minds, insane and agressive, yet he had never seen one BITING someone else.



"By the Nine, what is..-"



