Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20160428143857/@comment-32663439-20160528003612

Kirlen nodded to Pharen, and he placed an armored hand on the blacksmith's shoulder, right by his collarbone. The blacksmith would feel his bones creaking under the pressure, but they wouldn't break yet.

"Certainly someone sticks out from the rest," Kirlen said. "We can keep this up all day, but you certainly won't be able to. Not after a few bones crack."