Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-7203512-20160229120810

"T-thanks, kind sir..." upon taking the very first bite, Aelwin cringed. Not only he hadn't eaten in quite a few weeks before his untimely death and since the resurrection, the herb wasn't as pleasant as he had hoped. As he chewed, memories of his past were visiting his mind; he shed a single tear and silently sobbed, afraid that Katla or Dunistair might notice. He was enough of a nuisance already.

He kept staring at Dunistair; he somewhat reminded the young Breton of his old friend. He screwed up his eyes in order not to let the tear fall, wiping his face with a wounded hand. "Al..." he whimpered.