Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-24510587-20160802222040

Dunistair groaned as he looked upon the arrow that had struck his upper arm. His armour had stopped it somewhat, but it still had torn into his flesh. It would have to be removed, but not right now. He broke off the shaft of the arrow so that it would not hinder him too much, before looking at Abello's vanishing corpse and shrugging.

"He will resurrect," he said. "We will find him back when we get out of this sewer. But let's not stand around here wasting our time."