Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-5824038-20160324161543

Images flashed through Glorfindel's mind as Aelwin was shouting at the others. A young elf girl, she couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old, looked up at him with a pale face as blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She tried to smile at him but just coughed up a globule of mucous, blood, and pus. And then she heaved and groaned, and threw up; then stopped gasping, for she had died.

What was her name? The Brass Knight thought to himself. ''I had completely forgotten the event it was so long ago. Well, perhaps only a decade or so ago, but that can feel like an age. One of those peasant girls living near the Summerset coast, wasn't she. But why was I there in the first place? Ahh, who cares! All I know is that she probably died of the same plague this young lad has.''