Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-6006054-20160129001551

"Don't mind" Taervik replied, shrugging slightly. He pocketed his whetstone and laid his bardiche down beside him. The polearm's blade was wickedly sharp. He inspected his longbow for any damage, any cracks or chips. He regretted that he could not properly care for his chainmail. The equipment for scouring mail was simply not available, so the hauberk was slowly falling to ruin. He judged the bow in perfect condition, and laid it down alongside the bardiche.