Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-5543592-20150312003657

The elf was completely unfazed by Ravos' outburst.

"We all have those." He said philosophically. He pulled something out off the trunk. It was bizarre looking; made out of Dwarven metal with a circular, rotating blade, that was attacked to an overhand handle, which in turn extended into a crossbow-like grip. However, the grip was part of a crank. You would hold the overhand handle in one hand, the grip in the other, and then turn the crank. Turning the crank made blade spin. The elf lay that on the ground near him. He also pulled a small, one-handed crossbow from the truck, several potions, and several scrolls. He reached into another chest and pulled out a large sack with a drawstring. He dropped all his items into the bag, retrieved and re-equiped his weapons, and then looked to Ravos.

"Anything here you want?"