Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170214224803/@comment-25870342-20170330225508

Auga looks between Calthor and Alex. He sets his jaw and lowers his face-guard and walks into the room. He stops next to Calthor, and draws his sword.

"My loyalty belongs to you, my lord."

Rivas can see the inner turmoil in his eyes, but his military instincts have taken over.