Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-24736819-20151012043452

"I'd say realist...", Balin chuckled. Once the food was served, he waited for the host to serve so he could follow...even though he was starving.

"Anyway, if not for war...why the High King messaged you, if you don't mind me asking.", the Prince asked. He wasn't sure, yet...

"Look at him...", Gawain muttered, "That is why they call him Hammer of the Gods. That is why I follow him."

The knight was clearly more concerned in watching his Commander in action then defending his peers. He was right, though, Doraleous had unleashed all his frustration about the events in his attacks.

The Knight-Commander knew how to use his almost inhuman strength, attacking the enemy and turning them into an unified blood mass wirh his massive warhammer. He wasn't a man of many words, if those words were spoken through one's vocal chords...but if they were spoken through metal, wood or similar, then he had a lot so say.