Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160309034639

Aelwin was lying by the campfire, a bit scared of the clash between the two knights. He uttered a silent cough, his mouth shut, and spit blood on the already crimson dirt. He surely did not find any joy in his current state; he should have been dead. His body is dead.

The Breton shed a single tear and fell asleep, silent echoes ringing in his head.