Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160605123628

“Thank you. I will do my utmost, knight. If only..” The pilgrim uttered slowly as he climbed on top of a nearby chair, taking a good look at the boy from tip to toe; he briefly placed his bony, grey hand on Aelwin’s forehead, as if measuring a simple fever. However, it was quite clear that the pilgrim was well aware it would require greater effort on his part.

“I see. Perhaps a different kind of sorceries, I assume.” The pilgrim placed his knapsack on Aelwin’s stomach, as he placed his arm in it in order to check on its contents. There were clearly some metal objects in it, as well as multiple rags and perhaps even papers or books of some sort, some falling out of the sack on the ground. Clearly, the pilgrim was apathetic, dismissing these things as junk he probably should’ve gotten rid of a long time ago.

From the knapsack, the mortal took hold of a small chime, very reminiscent of the bell found in Farrun, yet much smaller in order to fit in his hand. The bell itself was engraved and ornamented with drawings and etchings of many petals, or perhaps a magnificent fern.

He brought the chime to Aelwin’s ears, as he rung it. The toll of the small chime echoed through the tavern for about half a minute, before he abruptly brought it to an end, stuffing the chime back in his knapsack.

“Now, godsend Undead,” he whispered in Hawksly’s ear, placing his hands on his shoulders as his raspy voice seemingly attempted to command the Undead. “ Woulds’t thou not return?”   He asked.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Constantia",serif; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Rise, if you would.. For that is thy curse.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">Abello nodded at Dunistair, confirming his suspicions. "Yes, I'm afraid so."

<p class="MsoNormal">"I suggested he stray far away from us." Sebastien said, entering as well right after Richard, the latter entering silently as he took a seat and sat at the table in the corner. The blue clad knight followed his example, clearly not intending to spill any more words on the matter.

<p class="MsoNormal">"And to answer your question.. I am not quite sure. In fact, none of us are." Abello explained, as if ashamed. "We don't really know. Time's convoluted and obscure. Why ponder?"

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