Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-5824038-20160213150537

Glorfindel saw several of the dark figures move towards the fire. ''Why are they going there? Old Bark-Carver has nothing worth talking about, he just sits by his fire and annoys people like me. I suppose they must be new here.''

He turned his attention to the few figures still outside the forest. One of them had just slung a large sword over their shoulder. Shrugging his shoulders in indifference, the Brass Knight began to make his way towards them.

When he was outside the forest he called out in greeting. 'Hallo there!'

One of the revenants guarding the edge of the forest turned to him upon hearing the noise and shuffled forwards. Glorfindel lunged forwards with his halberd, using its enormous reach to impale the soldier long before it could attack him.

'Much better,' he mumbled under his breath.