Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150911204049/@comment-1592115-20150912124934

"Why... My apprentice... of all the thing, why would you side with... cough! cough!"

"Criminal acts do no good to you... you might have a brief joy from what you did and who you knew, but in time, when you realise, the things you did, not only it wasted your time, you drove away the people who truly cared you and instead repaid them with betrayal.

"It's not me to judge what you should do, it is you, you are the one who should think of what you're doing..."

"What goods do gold have when you have no friends lifting you when you fall? Howw long would you and your memory live on? In the end, what measures us is not shiny golds, not the powder kegs we fought, but how many people remember us after we burnt out ourselves. The smiles of our joys, the tears in our heart..."

"...which is the only thing death cannot claim from us, be it the blades from our foes, or the necromantic defiler of corpses, they can only take away our wealth, our health, our bodies, but not our will."

Gyula's eyes are flooded with tears, his voice is gettig pale.

"If you still consider me as your mentor... cough... listen to my word, even when it's my very last word... Pray for Master Djura... in my stead..."