The Four Lands - Southern Operatives

[Leif]

Nijel Bladesong, Paladin

"Your blade sings?? I must have been too distracted by tending to my own axe work to even notice!"

 

[Rhun]

"Few things sing more sweetly than the ring of my blade cutting through the enemy's armor," says Roak, a hint of a smile upon his face.

 

[Leif]

Nijel Bladesong, Paladin

Nijel considers Roak's words, with the furrowed brow and grim expression with which his companions are all too familiar. It seem to signify that the paladin is trying to comprehend.

"Ok. Sure."

 

[Neurotic]

Andor stared at the sun while friends continued their banter. Finally, he lowered his hands and turned to them.

"We'll sing praises later, whether they be by voice or blade. I thank you all for not abandoning me, I'll say a prayer for each and every one of you. But, could I now be little bit alone please? You said we need to ride and I need time to readjust, recover my wits and replenish my spells."

OOC: assuming Andor is in shape to replenish spells of course.