Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160421185623

Richard briefly looked down at the Brass Knight, although then again he clearly was abit confused about the gesture. With some hesitation, he briefly shook the knight's hand before placing it once again on the hilt of his sword, giving a curt nod.

"A pleasure." He said, although his voice indicated the opposite, judging by his indifferent and cold way of saying it. Perhaps there was a small hint of subtle sarcasm, although it was rather difficult to figure out.

"Why, if it is not the Duke! I did not expect to see you here once again, to be frank! I trusted the Lionheart would've gotten to you now!" Abello mused as he chuckled briefly.

Richard seemed to roll his eyes as he turned his gaze towards the annoying poet. He sighed.

"Yes, and I would've thought you'd meet your end at that blasted town, yet now you are with others, having pillaged the corpse of one of my old companions." Richard coldly remarked.

Abello placed a hand on the back of his head as he mumbled something to himself, clearly trying to find an excuse before replying.

"Well, we did not exactly know that it belonged to someone important to you.." Abello stammered as he glanced at Dunistair. "But we figured that your friend would no longer have any use for it."

"Seems this place has gotten to you. A royal knight, now reduced to a lowly one who pillages the corpses of others, and who no doubt is a fine addition to this doomed group." Richard turned abit hostile all of a sudden, although he did sheathe his sword.

Abello was not sure how to reply to this man with such a cold demeanor, although he didn't seem to mind the supposed insult. It was clear that the knight was considered a good friend by Abello, but those feelings weren't shared by Richard himself.