Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150228190553/@comment-24736819-20150324000239

"He looks like a poor bastard that needs help.", Gud replied. The big nord went over to the nearly dead man and crouched beside him.

"I will help you, my friend.", he grabbed the lute and started to play a sad tune. Every time the chords were played, the ambient around them darkened.

He didn't sang, but when he played the last note the man's body twitched for half a milissecond and stopped for eternity.

"The best I could do...", Gudmundr got up, half saddened, half angry, "Where to, then? We have no idea where any of them are..."