Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160515065353

A mixture of confusion and sadness was brewing in Aelwin's thoughts as he put the flower into his sack.

"M-maybe I d-do r-regret n-not k-killing h-him..." he whispered, sobbing, "D-doesn't m-matter n-n-now..." he uttered, glancing at the newcomer. Yet another sturdy warrior.

Hawksly tightly clung to the gravestone in his attempt to stand up, his other hand holding the sword's hilt. Slowly hobbling towards the group, he greeted Delevan with a subtle hint of indifference. He then rubbed the scar and spit some blood.

"W-we h-have t-to go n-now." he said as he advanced towards the city, his voice colder and more hoarse than before, as if his vocal cords were close to rotting away.