Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150428121208/@comment-24736819-20150509171704

As the night fell once again, the heavy doors of the Dark Tower opened to welcome the leader of the Prowlers. The fat breton always felt uneasy near the captain of the Duke's guards.

"Good night, Dùlan. What news do you bring...and where are the others?", the moustached castellan asked, realizing that the leader was alone.

"Tremendousss night, good Borgusss. I've left my brothersss in charge of the missssion while I came back to report the dissscoveries we've made.", Dùlan sibilated as he lowered his hood.

"Our Duke is already waiting for you... in the throne room.", Borgus replied, turning the lever to close the heavy doors behind Dùlan, who nodded and quickly headed for the Throne.

"You were right, King Elyas. This is indeed a good ale! Worthy of Kings and Queens!", Tormund said, loudly as he poured another mug.

"Father...Don't do what you usually do.", Balin whispered, "We're guests here!"

"Ah, worry not, boy! I'm quite aware of that...", the big King replied, emptying his mug in one sip.