Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131206221138/@comment-4705438-20140123154806

"Uh, disgusting", watching the Knight go through the city gates, mumbled Lylonniss and frowned, "This is getting us nowhere."

Back in one of the towers, Lylonniss finds his throne and depressingly sits on it. Not even saying a work, he makes few hand gestures and summons some of his freshest thralls.

"Show me what you've got," asked Lylonniss. One of the thralls comes closer to the lich and hands over a crude, spear-head-like piece of silver. "This is not a blade, it's useless. Oh, why did I trust the blacksmithing upon the mindless thralls."

Few silent minutes later, Lylonniss spoke again, "Go South, there's game there, we need the leather, yes. You can hunt, can't you. Any man you capture you bring back alive, but don't get near the town. It's too much of a bother to take care of."