Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-5543592-20140504014814

"Where are these warriors you promised?" Growled Anaril.

"People will come.  I know it"  Assured Eckbert. He was clad in the armor of the Chorrol guard, a silver greatsword in a strap on his back.

"You've never met them." Anaril's intense gaze was fixed on Eckbert. "How would you know?"

You obviously haven't heard the stories I have. Thought Eckbert, but he simply told Anaril,  "Wait and see."

Anaril grumbled. He was obviously impatient, but whatever he was eager to do was yet to be revealed.