Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-6006054-20150811183922

Kjalek leaned against a cave wall. He would watch throughout the night, to ensure no foe emerged from the wall of white without his companions being warned of it.

He wondered if his claymore could survive centuries in a damp cave. It had lasted for centuries already, but had been subject to the care and maintenance of generations of his family. Left alone in a cave like that for the time it had been, the thing was likely a pile of rust by now.