Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-27550231-20160727194454

I remove my helmet and intently gaze into the eye slits. "Sorry if I appear to be so prudent but it's only because I don't know you that well Lord Melandil. In these times one can only be so cautious, especialy with the powers of our enemies. One can never truly know if the enemy is listening."

I turn to face Lucida in the room. Her face is ragged with exhaustion, she probably hasn't slept in a week. Her eyes are red, obvious signs that she was crying recently.

"I don't know what else to say, all I know is that had I acted quickly and struck Ibrahim down all of this could have been avoided. You know he tasked me with taking care of his family, he gave me the authority to do whatever was necessary to do that. Even if it meant killing him. What do you think? Should I have done that? Should I have struck him down to save Whitemarch?"