Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-5543592-20140915011113

"That was my thought." Replied Eogan

Anaril strode foward, flanked by what must have been his subordinates.

Weltrod prodded Celanar forward. "Lets go." Said Emrey as he starting walking toward the middle of the arena. First they would meet, to discuss a possible diplomatic resolution, as was customary. Emrey thought that was ridiculous. Then, if no agreement could be reached, the rules of the duel would be decided.