Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150428121208/@comment-24736819-20150503184214

(Ok, cool. Harry, Humble, it's ok if I capture one of the bandits to question? So we can put something into motion there, at least...)

"Another funeral...", Allera said while breastfeeding the young Stromo.

"Yes, my dear. It seems Kings are dropping like flies these past few weeks.", Tormund replied, preparing his gear for the trip, "Lucky enough Camlorn is close to the shores and this trip will be a nice test for Balin, his crew and their new ship. Do you know if he named it yet?"

"No, dear husband. The boy didn't wanted me to know before you... Honestly, if he wasn't my own son I could swear that he was you from the past. Knuckleheaded giant.", she smiled as she mocked both her husband and elder son. Three knocks on the door warned the rulers of Farrun that their son was ready to set sail.

"I'm going, boy! I'm going!", the king shouted through the closed door, "Where is Balla, love? I barely saw my daughter these past days."

"Not sure... Much like Balin is a mirror to you, Balla is a mirror to me. Hard to guess what I have in mind, so...", Allera replied.

"Very true. Well, farewell, wisest of the Queens.", the big man kissed his wife and tickled his infant child before turning around towards the door, "Keep me informed of the happenings around here... I can't help but to feel dark times coming."

''Farewell, wisest of the Kings. Farewell, my love.'', Allera thought as she saw him leaving.