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For a split-second genuine surprise crossed Accolon's face, "Leaving? So soon?" He couldn't help but scoff. Accolon didn't budge from his wall. He had better instincts than to directly impede Kyros. "Nobody ever got anywhere good in life without a friend, Kyros," he called after him, and his...

"Of course it..." Accolon trailed off when Kyros' victim staggered between them and limped off into the market. He rolled his eyes. Terribly rude to cut through two people having a conversation like that. He did watch the man go for a moment, looking to see whether he was dressed like someone...

Accolon didn't take much note the crawling man. He wasn't really that important in the grand scheme of things, even on the off-chance he was less laconic than Kyros here. "There's more money in that pouch than you'd know what to do with," he shot back, though it was only a guess, "I somehow...

"Could have fooled me," he remarked. Accolon didn't stir, even as Kyros squared up in front of him. He wore the usual finery one would expect from the nobility, replete with a red shoulder-cape. There was a dagger in a richly decorated sheath strapped to his side - more of a status symbol than...

Accolon's eyes flicked to the purse now on Kyros' belt, then back to the man himself. A condescending smirk tugged faintly at his lips, but ultimately failed to materialize. "Oh. Now I see. Tell me, Kyros: are you a common bandit or a Dreadlord?"

"Kyros," someone said, in a rather serious tone. It was only Accolon, leaning against a wall right by the alleyway's entrance. As if he had been waiting patiently for someone engaged in an errand. His arms were folded, though he parted them briefly to run his fingers through his dark hair...

Threnody | Aecmald | Silver Crow Accolon led them through the dead city, lantern first. It didn’t exactly cast a spectacular glow, but it allowed him to see the outlines of the crumbling buildings and kept him from stumbling into potholes. What a miserable dreg heap. A truly awful place to...

Threnody | Aecmald | Silver Crow Accolon was now leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, idly adjusting his gauntlets - polished black and richly embellished. They had either never seen an honest battle since being forged or were obsessively cared for. Then again, given their owner, both...

Aecmald was bothering him now. Accolon didn't even look at him. "You're welcome to look yourself." A horrid wind tore through the structure, and it sounded to Accolon not unlike a collective death rattle. He felt a chill descend his spine, and fastened his hand a little tighter to the hilt of...

Mieri was too excited for a fight by a long mile and Aelita was stuffing her hands into filth. Not his idea of conduct befitting of Dreadlords. But such were these modern times, as his father sometimes complained. Everyone set about fussing over the abandoned campsite. Maseno offered an...

"Perhaps the guards were swallowed whole by monsters." Accolon sighed. "Don't say such things, Aecmald," he chided, in his usual disaffected tone. He indicated Silver Crow - already irritable and shiftless - with a nod, "You'll scare the manservant." If the state of these ruins were any hint...