Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-5824038-20160601090016

'You're one to talk,' Glorfindel laughed as he turned around. 'You think because you didn't take good care of your armour, you're suddenly the most seasoned warrior to ever live? I have seen this world change, seen it fall into disgrace, from Dawn's Beauty to this pile of shit! And you are just one insignificent little speck of dust, just like me, just like them, just like all of us! We fight for what, a broken home that we can never have back? You can't even remember what you used to have, and yet you still fight! Maybe it's easier that way, at least if you fail you won't care, because you have no idea what you just let down.'

The Brass Knight turned around and walked away, deeper into the city, trying to find somewhere for them to shelter. Or perhaps not. Perhaps he was just trying to get away, even if only for a moment.

(Knightbowl get hype!)