Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160621134617

Abello frowned at Gwector as he let go.

"My, this city is our destination. You, as Undead, are destined to defeat the Immortal Lords. We are on our way to the Doyen, who hides out below the city.

Up above, the Dismal Saint of the High Priestess, whoever she may be, awaits our other group. But I cannot say how they are doing currently."

''My, this one's lost it almost all. ''The knight thought. How much can he still recall?

"This city is not an ordinary place, my friend. It is deserted, abandoned - we opened the main gates, the entrance, only some time ago, which would make me wonder how you exactly got here..

No matter. It is not important. What is, however, is that we must be on our way.

We are always in need of a helping hand - will you not accompany us, Gwector? Roaming about without a reason, that cannot be good.

Unless you have a goal of your own?" He asked, rather curiously.