Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150728160435/@comment-27783182-20150729182840

After a long time of being knocked out, Thorbald finally woke up. He looked around for his sword and shield, as well for parts of his armor.

He touched his right eye. It was gone as well. The bandit had maimed him, cutting his right eye off. Blood was everywhere.

"Ow. This really hurts. Agh! Where's my weapon?"

He grabbed some pieces of linen and made an eyepatch-like wear.