Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150828165808/@comment-17114085-20150929115437

(They travelled half-way to Northpoint, whatever his plan the AO soldiers would have split up from them by now. Unless his plan was for the soldiers to not split up, in which case Rob would have ordered them to split up because that was the original plan anyway.)

"What are you implying?" Rob asked.

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"What rumors?" The Knight asked. He walked with a grace and elegance about him, like the white knights of the minstrel songs.

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Fainertil looked down, unable to face Medora.

She looked to her right at Dagur. "Where is uncle Gerrick?"

He placed his hand on her shoulder. "I don't know how to tell you this..."

She interrupted him. "No." She said.

"Medora, he...." Dagur tried to continue.

"No." She said again, interrupting him. Her eyes were already watering.

Jovron heard what was happeing and went over to her, Gregory and Paur going after him.

The blacksmith tried once more. "He is dead."

Medora didn't reply. She turned towards Jovron whom was now to her left and hugged him tightly. Tears rolling down her face.

Jovron was shocked at hearing the news that the old man was dead. His own eyes were starting to grow humid as he returned Medora's hug, wrapping his arms around her and placing a hand on the back of her head. This can't be...Gerrick.