Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161103131451

(Yes, he still has armor on, but not the recognizable pieces of the Adamantine Order as they took those out when they left Shornhelm.)

"As if age would be something to stop people getting married, Bel. He is much older than you, true and that means he'll die way before you even get old... If you give him a child, then the kid will be the rightful High King, consequently making you the true ruler of these lands.", Jakin said.

"I agree with you, though... Those are a shitload of variables and unless Damian has a plan to making some of those happening, then he'd be sending you to a bloody nightmare.", the breton-redguard shook his head, "As if you hadn't too much of those already."

The guard saw the body of a middle-aged man, covered in bruises and blood but still clear enough to see that the man was indeed a soldier as well.

In truth, it all depended on whether the guard recognized Doraleous as a corpse or an unconscious fellow, because the cloth managed to get in the way of a proper look on the rest of the body.

"So, milord?", Tristan talked as much as he could, trying to part the soldiers attention from the body.