Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190822192352/@comment-5543592-20190827201339

Smith was sat by the fire at the center of the inn, in the middle of knitting. He'd acquired a cloak and was increasing the width so that it could accomodate his shoulders. Despite the size of his fingers and the usual ungainliness with which he handled himself,  his hands were surprisingly nimble.

"I am not." The Nord said, glancing up from his work. "What's the issue?"