Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-24510587-20191022003635

"I had friends to rely on in the Wrothgarian mountains, your grace," Emile said, standing up. Bitterness began to seep through his voice. "Comrades - warriors. And the Orcs picked them off one by one."

With that, he walked past Nyasia, to find somewhere else to seclude himself.