Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-24736819-20150529034737

The Prowlers traveled fast and it didn't took long for them to meet the other 7 who were preventing the bandits to cause any harm to their land.

"Brothers, at last!", one of the 7 greeted them, "The bandits have been very quiet, so we didn't had much to do. It is good to see more of us awake."

"We have new ordersss, brothersss. The Duke wantsss usss to finisssh thisss threat immediately. Ssslaughter, brothersss. Feed, torture and torment! We ssstrike at night, prepare.", Dùlan explained their new orders just after the Prowlers saluted each other.

Balin decided to go check his father's ship.

"Of course! How stupid of me, of course they must've gone to party with the Halberd's crew.", he said to himself.

Walking through the streets of Camlorn at night a strange chill ran down the big breton's spine. It was something that he usually felt before a terrible thing happen, so naturally he started to feel uneasy.

"Damned mind playing tricks on me...", the cold breeze of the sea blew in his direction, which gave him the courage to keep going towards the Halberd. It did seemed like the Halberd's crew was there, so the big breton breathed in relief.

Suddenly, he looked back. No one was there.

"I could swear...", then it happened.