Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161125144634

It took all five of the Renegades to drag Doraleous to the bed.

"Thank you, miss. We tried our best, but we're no healers... far from it, really.", Tristan said after they finally managed to place the giant of a man onto the bed, "He was buried under a shitton of bricks and stones when the city blew up. His armor was severely damaged and all, but..."

The young squire approached the healer so the others couldn't listen, "But I think the greatest damage was to his mind, he seems to have given up. Can you help?"

While Tristan spoke with Medora, the rest of the former Adamantine Knights went out in search of food, not having a decent meal for the past weeks was finally showing itself to their stomachs. They found Cirges at the Dinning Hall and while everyone else decided to go after the food, Gawain headed towards the scarred man.

"Sir Cirges of the Knights of the Axes, yes? Knight-Captain, even.", the raven haired man said, taking a seat in front of Cirges, "Tell me, Sir Cirges, why have you called the Knight-Commander of the Crows...King?"