Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150828165808/@comment-24736819-20150921021405

"I have one.", Farraud commented, "But you won't like it."

It didn't took long until the widow came knocking on the Lord's Fortress. She and her two girls demanded to see their new liege.

As night fell, Balin woke up.

"Ugh...my head.", he let out, looking at his cloth-wrapped wounds.

"Ah, you are finally awake, Captain!", Brujlv said, getting up of the ground, "We were starting to worry."

"Relax, I'm tough to kill.", he looked around as he sat up from the bed trying not to moan from the pain.

"Calm down, Captain. You are still healing...what happened down there? What were you hunting?", the nord asked.

"Dreugh. We entered their den and fought against four of the big ones.", the young Prince answered, "Tough fuckers. Lucky I was able to kill the first one or you'd be aboard the Bone Maw by now."

"Yeah...Thank you, Captain Balin. I don't think I could survive amongst those weirdos. No offense.", the muscular carpenter commented.

"None taken. My uncle is weird, indeed...Speaking of him and his vessel, are they still there?", the breton prince said and Brujlv nodded affirmatively.

"He's waiting to speak with you before they leave. He didn't sounded happy.", he informed the Captain.

"Very well, let's see what my Uncle desires. After that, warn the crew, we sail to Wayrest!"