Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-5543592-20150322231144

Dacian sat down in his chair again, and found himself very uncomfortable. Something was underneath his butt.

He lifted his pelvis up and felt around blindly, until his hand came into contact with a concave, but largely flat object. He pulled it up to his face, in order to examine it. It was a sort of wooden mask, ancient Nordic in design.

"Volskygge." He uttered under his breath, not even intentionally. Such a thing was beyond his control. He shoved the mask in one of the spare straps of his armor (it was covered in them, probably for weapons) and then sat back.