Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-24510587-20190131231842

(just about the size of, say, Graicus' fist)

The mercenaries didn't seem to care much for the snark; they were in a bit of a hurry, as they had to break the device into bits and get the hell out before they were caught. Some mercenaries drew hammers and maces and such, and proceeded to batter the device to smithereens.

"You forget we're in Black Marsh," Marr said. "Even this capital city was hard to find."

"Libraries might have some books with the text in them, right?" Vyrine supposed.