Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160509182326

"Tell me, Richard.. who really interests you, hm?" Abello said with a jovial but mischievous tone in his voice as he poked the knight's shoulder with his elbow softly, gesturing at some of the female members of the group. He did not seem to lower his voice, perhaps in an attempt to pester the knight.

"You have Lyre, Katla, the newly arrived Kallen, and..-"

"None." Richard interrupted him as he shrugged the poet off. "They're all silent, brooding, don't seem to talk much. That's how I like it."

"Why.. but talkativity is a gift, isn't it?" Abello mused. "It's very nice to have very long, drawn-out conversations, is it not?" He asked as he raised his voice somewhat, trying to attract their attention somewhat with a playful tone.

He briefly looked back at Richard, although the knight was simply holding his sword as he went over the blade with his gauntlet, clearly not paying any more attention to Abello, much to his annoyance and dismay.

"Surely, do you stroke that thing as much as your..-"

"Shut up."

"Fine, fine.." Abello said as he let out a sigh, clearly bored. Not that the training wasn't entertaining, but he thought fighting was abit more enjoyable rather than watch someone do it. However, he wasn't intent on dueling any member of this group. He briefly watched everyone for a moment, seemingly measuring and inspecting their weapons, gear and other equipment, yet ultimately he didn't call anyone out.

"They've been quite silent.." He muttered as he looked at a few particular people, mainly the females in the fellowship.

"You think they're still attempting to cope with this.. curse?"

"Why, if you refer to it as a curse it certainly wouldn't do any good." Richard stated, short and swift. "Yet, the boy seems to have the most trouble with it, considering his condition. The others look healthy, for the most part. But they have not died alot, by the looks of it. Their minds haven't boggled yet."

"Why, yes.. but is that truly the only thing that's bad? What about the state of the world? Family.. whoever you were with before this afflicted us. We don't think about those things alot, do we?"

"Hm. Perhaps they have nothing to recall anymore. Like a big black hole in their mind. This world, the people they meet from now on will shape them, and if they don't bend to the conditions of this world, it'll break them."

"Poor Jawan as well.." Abello mumbled as he looked at the redguard farmer, who had buried his head in his palms constantly, not saying a word or even interacting with anyone else. It was clearly becoming too much for the poor man, and soon he would become a liability.