Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-7203512-20160223041833

Aelwin slowly stuck the blade tossed by the stranger in the dirt, bloodying the hilt with the wound on this hand, as he tried to stand up, using the sword as support. Once on his knees, he crawled towards the Revenant's waist, loosened the corpse's belt and reached out to the scabbard attached to the harness. As he sheathed the blade, fastening the belt on his worn jerkin and getting up on his feeble feet, he looked at the stranger, a Breton like him. The stranger looked perfectly fit for such a nightmare, and the youngster wondered why the warrior had spared him. As the muscular figure distanced, Aelwin limped after him, stretching his hand in hopes to start a conversation.