Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160217215446

Sebastien looked up at Glorfindel, annoyed that he was referred to like that. Although, at the same time, he didn't attempt to dispute that fact, likely confirming the Brass Knight's statement.

"Marching t'wards your doom, I tell you." Sebastien commented. "The Murky Lady is particularly difficult to please, be wary for her mocking flattery and appraisal." He added, rather mysterious about the supposed warning.

"Leave, and hope that you return in one piece. You are headed for the town of Farrun - a wretched place that does not sit comfortably in the land.

I suggest you all gather whatever you can salvage from this forest, but use it sparingly. It won't grow again."

He seemed to attempt to make the Undead leave as soon as possible, clearly tiring of their presence as he was getting more annoyed by them than he had expected. This talk of a futile attempt to fight against what this land has to offer made him cringe.

"Pitiable fools." He muttered under his breath as he turned his gaze down towards the ground yet again.