Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5543592-20170612223432

"Yaden-Gal." The large Orcish dragonslayer said.

Meilir approached Taeris, who was leaning against a tree, arms folded, surveying the newcomers with wary boredom.

"I see no one managed to do the world a favor and kill you." The blademaster drawled.

"Not for lack of trying.  While I stauchly believe all good weddings have murders, that's only as long as I am not the murder in question.  I must say had quite a few close calls there.  And a man with half a face hit me on the head."

"Surprised he still has at least half a face." Taeris said. Meilir wasn't known to be particularly forgiving, and he had surprising skill with a dagger.

"It's of no consequence." The Breton said dismissively. "Will make for the quite the story, however."

Taeris lifted his chin the direction of Vidic, who had been eyeballing them. "Who's this?"

"Ah!" Meilir glanced back, a sudden wicked smile enfusing his face. "This is the good sir Vidic Kontonn.  He's literate.  "