Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-6006054-20160207014848

Taervik proceded to acquire a room. Once within his lodgings, Taervik removed his mail and surcoat. He scraped the rust from his mail as best he could, he did not have the tools to properly scour it and accomplished little. After that the exile performed his daily weapon maintenance, and crushed a handful of dark-leafed herbs into a thin paste. He carefully moved the concoction into a small copper vial, and left it next to his bardiche to sit overnight. Taervik curled up and slept.