Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190216213512/@comment-31336039-20190219004753

Fayard, tired, he had not recovered since the fighting of the day before and activating his arbaleste demand for time and strength. And now a dragon was dueling him. "Who knows?" He whispered through the slits of his helmet. Trying not to let his sweat spoil his concentration. "