Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160531153623

"Oh, it most likely will." Richard remarked, watching Dunistair as he passed before turning to the two knights. "Let's just hope we can patch these two people up before danger strikes."

"They aren't quite alright. One person bit another, the victim isn't dissolving and more Undead are marching towards these gates with the minute. I suggest we enter one of these abandoned buildings, preferably large enough to shelter all of us. The inn on the corner there will probably do for the time being." Sebastien said, gesturing with his head at the large inn dubbed 'The Weary Crest' .

"It'll do alright. Long enough for us to come up with our next objective. The Murky Lady won't aid us." Richard told the rest with a chuckle.

''Ofcourse not. She won't make it any easier, but why? Isn't this a task she wants to see completed by any means?''

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Abello placed his hands on his hips as he gave a curt nod.

"Quite the task, in fact. We are tasked with slaying very, very powerful beings who are said to hide out here in this very city. Of course, we know little of how to get to them at the moment, and we still need to know our next task. Someone with some knowledge of the place would do some good. It is good to meet another Undead. The more, the...-"

Abello briefly glanced past the Cathay, noticing another Undead approaching them from afar.

"Merrier." He added, as he slowly raised his hand in greeting Alandria from a distance. He didn't bother to say anything yet, since he wasn't quite sure if she was a friendly.

"Why, what a coincidence. Undead are like moths drawn towards a flame, it seems."