Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-5614539-20150620140957

Audax whispered, "stay behind me, and have trust. This will be fine, I promise," to Hilda. He started to speak louder. "Shall I repeat a quote from earlier? 'perhaps you should also tell your buddies to stand down.' Perhaps you should, Jon. And the fat noble, too." It was then that the other people in the room made themselves noticed. There were ten of them, black shapes that stepped forward, becoming apparent in the dim, flickering, candlelight. "Jon, fat noble Pilatus, other mercenaries assembled, I'd like you to meet the brothers of Black; the Wardens of the Night. My brothers." It was an ironic statement, considering Audax was dressed in a set of white-and-gold armour and a long white Cape, and the Wardens were all dressed in black. Some of them had bows, some of them had swords, but they were all armed, and angry. "Some of you, particularly those from the locale, may know them. They- we have a reputation for fierceness." Audax smiled, raising his sword in salute as the Wardens drew their weapons, and readied their spells, preparing for battle. Not far from where Hilda stood, the hilt of Matrim's shortsword lay in the ground.