Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160416215628

Two pyres alite,

The warrior danced wth a large blade of iron

The knight's enemies he will smite,

But the cowardly sorcerer is long gone,

Then a brief passage of night,

Abscence of sun

A period of blight

They continued to run

Their goal in sight..

He muttered this rhyme multiple times during the few hours that they continued marching across the green plains and the hills, who noticeably started to flatten as they trudged on.

He kept walking next to Aelwin in the meantime, and while looking upon him and his horribly afflicted body he sighed - not in annoyance, and also not due to a lack of empathy or an overabundance of apathy concerning the state Hawksly was in.

"I.. I have yet to thank you for rescuing me. I was in quite a precarious position, and truth be told I had not expected you to aid me."

"As an ode to everlasting companionship and merry cooperation, please do not part with my fine shortsword." He said as he gestured with his head towards the sword Aelwin had, formerly belonging to the poet. He himself had the longsword of the lieutenant's lackey. "Surely it will serve thee well. A blade like no other, light and swift. A humble weapon forged by my brother, yet just as reliable and outstanding as a noble's weapon."

"But prithee now! Do not let my words erase caution or create pompous behaviour." He added quickly. "A sword is only as good as the wielder, but I mustn't tell you that I believe."