Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20151106072046/@comment-26863727-20151107232103

Adanak rises to speak. "I first came to this city seven years before the war, and I came to think of Glosur as a second father. Once, I would have cut your throat if you told me that I was going to befriend a Dwarf. I've changed since then, but I still used to be like that. Now, Glosur wasn't like any other Dwarf I had met previously. He was a crazy bastard to be honest. He'd be willing to negotiate one moment and when he realized that a friend was endangered by you he'd want to tear your head off. Kind of like me. And so I say to him: May you rest well in the Halls of Mandos until we meet again at the world's end!"

Darrius is there too, and he's thoroughly disgusted by Galad's total lack of composure. Sure, he tries to be a good person, but he's still got a bad habit of asshole-ish-ness. "Get over it! We're Maiar, Galad, we can't die...permanently, anyway."

Arahad literally slugs Darrius in the face. "Shut up! He's gone, we're still here, we remember him, so he's eternal."

"How dare..?!

Darrius pulls out his one handed sword and swings his shield over his back and onto his arm...