Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
Roland was slightly jealous his senses had been trained to only see the tactical advantages and disadvantages, it was rare that he truly 'felt' it. "I guess I can understand how it's calming." honestly he didn't but he wished he did.
"I'm not sure what I think. I don't know much about him other than he fought a little cowardly in the final rounds." he shook his head, "But whatever works, it's just not how I would've gone about it."
"Yes....unfortunately they do.... But hey, that just means its due time for a lot of great and prosperous things!" Roland said with a smile beaming on his face.
Stacy blinked, before giving Roland a warm smile. "Yes, I've heard of him...I honestly think that he will be no harm to the king. Besides, I thought he died?"
"I thought so too, but Steele swears he saw him out in the rain the other day...." he realized that this information probably should have stayed within the knights and he face palmed. "Uh, I'm not so sure I should have told you that though.... Can you keep a secret?!" he laughed.
Roland nodded agreeing, "I think it will. Uh... Stacy, what is a farm like? I've never been to one, only seen pictures and read books about them but I doubt that it gets the whole truth."
