Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-24736819-20150527113338

(It's quite alright, Harry. We've already 'unstucked' ourselves...xD)

King Tormund roamed through the streets of Camlorn, heading towards his ship. It was a nice city and he appreciated the fact that unlike many others this one actually had a port.

I wonder how are things back in Farrun... no word from Allera since we got here., the big breton thought.

"Ugh...", Borgus took a deep breath. The man was sweating like a pig in a slaughterhouse, after all dodging and sedating those creatures would tire any capable warrior, "I think you've got enough of your brothers to strike back now, Dùlan."

"Yesss, 20 prowlers are more than enough. We ssshould go asss sssoon asss they finisssh gearing up.", the hideous man replied as Borgus stepped out of the Evernight Room, using his sleeve to dry the sweat from his forehead.

"Do you have the bandits' location?", the moustached breton asked and Dùlan simply nodded, "Good. Go kill them."

Dùlan didn't required any more words from the castellan, so he smirked creepily before disappearing into the darkness.