Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160428212337

Richard apparently rolled his eyes under his helmet as he turned to look at the bloody and dirty Aelwin on the ground.

Judging from his posture and cold stare, he looked at Aelwin as if it was some sort of incomprehensible and pitiful creature not worthy of his time. He had scoured these plains for a long time and if there were any danger, he would have surely noticed.

What puzzled him was how the Undead, in his current state, had survived the fight with the lackeys and the cleric, while his companion had died in the battle, his weapons and armor taken from him even in death by this brooding, bothersome knight at Hawksly's side.

"Either leave him be or get him up to his feet immediately," Richard annoyingly commanded. "This Undead is in such a sickly state, yet you have not considered leaving him behind yet."

"He's much more than just sickly," Abbello snarled, showing some anger. The royal poet had been saved twice now, and had Aelwin to thank for that. "He is a valiant spirit, and a great friend. We won't leave him be."

Richard glared at Abello for a moment, halting. He stood there for a brief moment, completely still as the two eyed each other for a few seconds.

"You don't have a good taste in friends then." Richard said, which was hastily followed up by a response from Abello.

"Better one than none at all, Richard."

"Abello, your words usualy carry a jovial tone and sometimes wisdom, yet now only blissful ignorance. I trust this will change as our journey unfolds."