Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-17114085-20160714115133

"It was still murder." Jovron stated. "I think as your brothers we're entitled to know why."

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Rob motioned for her to sit.

She took a seat on the chair near his bed.

"Why have you come, Jeanne?" He asked.

The archer stayed quiet for a moment while she appeared to think of a decent answer. "I just...I wanted to repay my debt to you. When I was injured and was stuck in the healers' tent back in Farrun you stopped by and checked up on me. I wanted to do the same for you."

Roberto had checked up on her and other soldiers that were injured in the battle. He never felt that they owed him anything, on the contrary he felt like he owed them, since they got injured fighting his war. "Then I thank you for doing so. I wasn't going to get any sleep this night anyway, I am too restless."

Jeanne held up the bottle she brought. "It's not what a king would be used to drinking, I'm sure you prefer fine and expensive wine, but I got some ale. I can't stay for too long, else the others will realize that I'm gone, but I can share this bottle with you."

"Alright. Ale is just fine. I was never one for fine wine." He agreed. He sat at the edge of his bed and tried reaching over to grab a mug that lay on his end table, however he felt pain from his injury and stopped.

Jeanne reached over and grabbed the mug, then handed it to the king. "Here you go." When the mug was in his hand she opened the bottle and poured some for him. She got up and grabbed another nearby mug, to get some for herself before sitting down on the chair again.

Rob took a sip of the drink. He hadn't had ale since before the battle. Ever since he got injured they had just been giving him water.