Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171023142236/@comment-33787399-20171201225841

Hannund cocked his head at the request, particularly the latter part. He had been used to the confines of his helmet, and the obscuring of his face had suited him just fine. He feared declining however would bar him access to whatever lay ahead. Hence, he complied with the guard&apos;s request. &quot;Ofcourse.&quot; He said as he grabbed the two daggers that were strapped to his belt. He held out the bloodstained black daggers for the guard, but with a small twirl of his fingers they floated in place, the blades itself pointing downwards. The daggers themselves were coated in a faint red glow, signalling he was using a spell in order to do so and not any usual witchcraft. After he did so, he unsheathed his ebony longsword pretended to drop it. However, he applied the same technique as the sword floated slowly towards the second guard. Finally, he removed his helmet. Hannund&apos;s blue eyes exchanged a flew glances between both guards before he spoke. He had a brown scruffy beard paired with short dirty blonde hair. &quot;That&apos;ll be it then?&quot;