Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160810012924

"Are you sure about this, Tor?", Farraud scratched his head, worriedly.

"Of course I'm fucking sure! What? Do you think Allera would lie? Go through all this trouble just to send me a bloody lie?", Tormund spat.

"Excuse Farraud, my liege... but there is one thing I fail to understand: If Lord Mandaloon was fighting Julien's men and the other way around, how come nobody won? Dunkarn Haven is unoccupied.", Lord Lucius stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

Tormund eyed Duke Vladir, who simply stood there looking very much like an ivory statue.

"That is something we'll have to look into when we get home.", Tormund blatantly lied, changing his angry tone into a worried one.

...

Lisbeth finally found a place, quiet one and away from most of the camp. A small stream of water was illuminated by the moonlight and such view brought memories back into her mind, leading her to finally let go and start crying.