Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160324184035

Abello looked down at Slade's hand, before shaking it.

"My dear companion Slade, it is mighty good to meet you. If we are planning to enter that church anytime soon, we'll need all the help we can get!" Abello exclaimed, before briefly turning back to Glorfindel as he followed his gaze.

He looked back between Aelwin and Glorfindel the few times while the latter was recalling his dead loved one, rather bewildered as to what was going on before shrugging it off.

"I see poor Aelwin has another coughing fit.. poor lad, always so sickly. This land pales in comparison to what he is going through, it seems."

The figure that had remained silent for quite a while now, silently mumbled to himself. His appearance was obscured by the large tombstone he sat behind.

"Oh, shut it you." Abello told the figure, although the latter did not seem to listen or was incapable of understanding, as he kept muttering to himself in an incoherent manner. "You ought to remain silent, for you got what was coming to you, I bet."