Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160409173504

Glorfindel laid his eyes upon a strange suit of complete armor, which, at first sight looked like a simple cloak, hood and sturdy leather boots, all of which were caked with mud and had some dried blood on it. However, under these light brown rags a faint shimmer of black iron armor could be seen, complete with simple braces and flat pauldrons, together with a black scarf that possibly served as a bandana of sorts. It used to belong to someone, and whoever that would have been, Sebastien (or his wraith) had a deep respect for the former owner.

Laying not so far off from this set was a black spear with a swirly silver motif engraved in the long hilt, also revealing a few initials scrabbled on it - "GS". There was also a simple silver dagger with the spear, indicating that "GS" had dual wielded it this way.

The wraith looked up at the Brass Knight for a moment, as he rose to his feet. He gave a curt nod at the Brass Knight and the Undead. This battle was over, and for the time being there was no need for his wraith.

The wraith slowly started losing its radiant and shiny blue color, as he seemingly dissipated in the stuffy air of the inner sanctum, leaving the Undead be.

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Abello looked at the wraith as he dissapeared, sighing.

"Well, that's the end of that." He muttered to himself, before turning to Lyre.

"And as for you.. I'd like to ask you to accompany us. As you saw here today, we'll need all the help we can get. Imprudence will be our downfall, and an extra pair of eyes and hands would surely not hurt."

He extended his hand for the Undead, going for a handshake.

"What say you?"