Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617103912/@comment-5180556-20140716222129

Bryan stabbed and beheaded the bandits that tried to surround him on his way to his hut. Out of nowhere, Greyson approached him.

"Even the king was worried about hiring you, Mr. Hyacintho. Your sanity is very...questionable." The old man said.

Bryan let out a sigh and replied, "You made no mistake, old man. I am completely and perfectly sane."

After staring at each other for 10 seconds...

"Now if you'll excuse me I have to burn all these bodies." Bryan said and took the corpses of the bandits towards his hut, with Greyson following behind him.

After a few minutes, they reached Bryan's hut.

Bryan proceded to pour wine and Dust on the corpses, light a match, and burned the dead bandits. Greyson watched him with doubt.

"Mr. Hyacintho. Promise me...and the king...that you would bring these heroes back here alive. We've already lost enough men. We can't lose great warriors like you...and them." Greyson pleaded.

Bryan was paying attention, but was still looking at his burning enemies.

"I will do what I can." He replied, finally turning to Greyson. Aftee a few minutes of eating and drinking, Greyson left.

Bryan exited his hut and looked at the sky. It was night already. He looked at the moon.

I will avenge you, mother...That dragon will pay!

He reentered his hut and slept.