Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160425045058

Aelwin felt numb. Witnessing the people that he believed were among the sturdiest shed tears was disheartening. Even though the scene was tear-jerking, Hawksly did not feel his eyes water. He touched his cheeks; black blood was rolling down his fingers. He silently rubbed the bandage and hissed out of pain.

Hesitant to approach Jericho, the young Breton made a few steps towards the Redguard nevertheless. He crouched near him and patted him on the shoulder gently.

"It's-s o-okay, d-dude..." he uttered under his breath, before exhaling a bloody whoop. He then turned to the group as he stood up.

"L-let's g-go."