Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20161129155225/@comment-24530992-20161221175828

Trystaine slipped his bow and quiver off of his shoulder. He counted up his arrows and lightly tugged on the bowstring, checking that it was properly strung. Once he saw everything was in order, he placed his belongings back where they were previously.

"Well, I'm ready to go. Just give the word when we're heading out," he said.