Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-5614539-20150607114118

"Arrows as you like it, I suppose." Audax grinned too. The tension of before was wasted. "Akaviri? How unusual. Where did you acquire that?" He drew his own blade. "This, this is a bastard sword. Was my mother's, and her father's before her, dating right back to one of Ysgramor's five hundred. This sword is from Atmora." As he tipped it from side to side, the light seemed to catch in the blade, which itself was slightly darker than normal steel. "The problem with your little knife is that it lacks a cross guard."