Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-24736819-20150528003424

"It's done, my Duke. The Prowlers left.", Borgus came out from the corridor carrying his lantern.

Once again he got no response from the Duke, who simply stared into nothingness.

"My Duke? I must ask...do you really think that it was wise to wake 20 of the Prowlers within such short timespan? If King Tormund hears about this...well, he is not going to be happy. You know what the deal was.", the fat breton voiced his opinion.

"He is quite aware of that, Borgus...and that is why we are not going to report the precise number of Prowlers awakened. Queen Allera already promised me she'd cover for us, so there is no need to go all crazy about it.", Borgus didn't realized, but the Duke's sister was standing in one of the corners of the room.

"Oh...", the moustached breton got speechless.

''How is it when everytime I come to speak my mind to the Duke, his sister is lurking in the dark? Perhaps I need to step up my game. She's a dangerous one.''

...

Dùlan and the other 12 Prowlers traveled fast towards their brothers and the bandits. The time for battle was finally coming.