Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160422174505

Abello, eager to change the subject, took to looking at Kallen as he beckoned her over to them.

"Greetings, friend! I am Abello! I hope that you do not treat us the same way you treated these soldiers, because I can certainly say we will not treat you the same way you treated them. We are friendly and welcoming, or atleast, most of us!"

Richard looked at Kallen from the corners of his eyes, before focusing back on Dunistair. That last part of, 'but it's mine now' sounded provoking to him, or atleast extremely disrespectful.

The knight scoffed, clearly not that grateful anymore as he first was. "You can keep it," He replied, as if pretending the armor was his. "After all, you did save me from an awful ghastly situation, yet I would've handled it just fine without your help."

"But you recieved our help nonetheless. Surely that must mean something." Abello told the knight, before he was met with another cold stare from Richard.

"I did, yet I trust it will not instill the thought of me being indebted to you, or assume I owe you anything."

"Why, certainly not, but we have the same objective, as a common force of Undead..-"

"That is true." Richard interrupted him. "That is, why I will be accompanying you to the gates of Jehanna. If you have truly braved the cleric in Farrun, then surely you have the key as well." The man told Abello, clearly starting to get impatient and wondering if he did indeed have what the group came to Farrun for.

"Why certainly! I do believe it is, in fact, the one and only." The poet replied as he took out the small golden and silver fern, showing it to Richard. The man stared at it inquisitively for a moment, before shrugging it off as if it was nothing but a puny and useless object.

"Good. Then we must make haste. Another knight has cut a path through these hills, but his name is most likely not known to you. Another friend of Ghastly Simon, yet that name matters little now.

Let us be on our way, now. I will travel with you, even if it is against your will.

Surely decrepit and walking corpses such as ourselves can find the strength to carry on?" He muttered to himself.

"Now, decrepit we are not, neither are we corpses yet." followed Abello's response to the man's melancholic statement.

Richard only let out a muffled snicker at that reply, but he did not seem to mind at all. Abello looked at the rest for a second, before raising his shoulders as the knight turned his back on them and started walking towards the cobblestone path.

"Let's head out on our way." Abello muttered to them. "And let our archer join us, if she so wishes." He added as he looked at Kallen, eager to hear her reply to his invite on this perilous quest.