Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150519235325/@comment-6006054-20150529052348

Ekrun looked at Hannibal. He had seen enough men die to recognize a fatal wound. He didn't know much of the man, but he had seemed honorable and courageous. He straightened himself and sheathed his greatsword, and moved over to kneel besides the presumably dying man. "You need anything?" He asked. If Hannibal needed something to ease his passing, it was the least he could do to try to provide it.