Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160505173306

"I-I'm c-clearly n-never in c-condition." Aelwin muttered, glancing at where Jericho stood, squinting, "T-the s-sooner, t-the b-better..."

He pulled his shortsword and looked at Dunistair quizzically.

"T-this isn't-t a l-longsw-word, t-though... A-and I t-think I c-can s-swing it." he exclaimed, his voice hoarse, as he made a slow swing, imitating the sound of the blade cutting the air, before a bloody cough interrupted him.

There wasn't much blood, but coughing was more painful than ever before, making Aelwin moan a little as he exhaled.