Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150904152042/@comment-25038310-20150905111655

Roland sat in the corner of the room, and briefly looked up at Jorrvar. He was going over the Pale blade with a whetstone, after having cleaned the blood on it with a dirty rag. He had been woken up earlier by the same nightmare, although he wasn't aware that was the cause of Jorrvar waking up.

The knight still had his helmet on after all this time, never taking it off in the presence of others. His armor was clean enough so that he may actually pose as a noble knight, although those who had travelled with him would know better. Cold-blooded, gruff, and paranoid. Preferred solitude over company.

The knight cocked his head for a moment at the Dragonguard, before continuing to sharpen the blade. His trusty crimson spear was beside him, planted in the wood.

"Want to lure a few predators here or something?" Roland asked without facing the man. "We can't rely on all of those traps outside for our safety."