Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180708155351/@comment-24510587-20180713125901

"Impressive," someone beside Cuuriian said. A short Breton was standing next to her. He was bald, with brown mutton chops and a moustache, and clad in heavy textiles and leather. Where he'd come from was an absolute mystery; he wasn't here a second ago.

"I figured you'd be spending your time taking on more worthwhile foes. No matter, though; you'll get the chance for that. We must get going now, come on."

"Pesky folks, those necromancers," a voice next to Roxin sighed. A bald Breton with mutton chops and a moustache had appeared out of nowhere.

"But hardly threatening to the rest of the world. Alright, let's go."

Lucille found a short Breton leaning against a tree on her way.

"There you are," he said. "I was wondering when you'd be done saying goodbye. Very well, ready to go now?"