Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160325172417

(Looked down at Aelwin maybe?)

Sickly Hawksly silently nodded, muffling his bloody cough and limping behind Abello, before turning back to Dunistair to check if his companion was close. He drew his rusty sword, Abelkain's blood mixed with pus and blood of his own on the once shiny steel blade, and used it as a support, as the wound in his leg was still aching, albeit faintly.