Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-5824038-20160427145432

Glorfindel looked upon Alewin in a different light. When they had first picked him up, he had been a pathetic thing, a useless bundle of complaints that had caused nothing but trouble. But now he saw something different there.

'I don't know what happened to our Redguard friend, but whatever it is, I think it will go soon. I haven't had much experience with undead that suffer from chronic conditions, such as you and he, but I think - well, hope - that after a few deaths and a few years they will fade away.' He paused to look at the young Breton.

'Aelwin, you are the strongest soul I have met in a very long time.' From an external persepective, the Brass Knight realised, this comment probably sounded quite odd without explanation. 'Born again, forced to exist with this plague, but you carry on. Not because you must, you could easily just curl up and despair, but because you can. And that is what makes your will the strongest.

'The Immortals are hated by us for many reasons, one of which is their refusal to help our kind. It is why the wars started, we simply couldn't coexist in fear and enmity. So it is entirely possible that somewhere, the Immortals have a cure for your sickness. And if there is one, we will find it.'