Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190601225408/@comment-31336039-20191111092644

Fayard, who had not yet lowered the visor of his helmet, looked at the dragon zombie. He shivered in front of the attributes of living death, although she had some enticing curves.

- "..." wondering if he really needed to answer her. He decided to continue to descend cautiously, fearing an ambush.

- "I don't know yet. A test imposed by the gods? A divine punishment? A trap? Not to mention that my men have left... You could stab me in the back, no one could save me. I'm certainly a fool." he laughed coldly at the last sentence.