Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190911184542/@comment-5543592-20190912200713

Nyasia was sitting high up on the bow, tending to her scimitar. The ebony blade of the weapon was a dark, rich black color, faintly onyx in color where the metal had been folded.

She raised an oiled cloth over the length of the weapon gently, with a focused gaze.

Baldr stood nearby, thick arms folded, and watched Helian approach with a vacant gaze.