Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-6006054-20150812004408

Kjalek found a dagger on one of the corpses, and was filled with a reserved joy. It was an ugly wedge of metal, designed to punch through armor weakpoints and into vitals. It was a nearly perfect length, and though the balance was off, seemed reliable. It was almost like his old dagger, but more shoddily made. He slid it into his wrist sheath, and was pleased to find that it mostly fit.