Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-25038310-20150222171754

John swallowed. He wasn't a fighter. Not at all. He was a thief who had carried weapons, but barely used them.

Unsure, he grabbed a belt of throwing knives. He looked at them, silently judging their worth in septims. He shook his head, and strapped them to his waist.

He grabbed a steel dagger and a sword, which weighed well in his hand. He would have to do with this. He was capable of throwing both daggers and knives, so it wouldn't be an issue for him to handle this kind of fighting style.

He grabbed a bow and quiver, and grabbed as many arrows as he could. He looked to the side at his cellmate as he put his last weapons on his back.

"You know.. sometmes the weak need to join forces with the weak to overcome the strong."

He hoped that Wraith would understand the subtle request to team. With the weak' he meant him and her, and the strong were their opponents.