Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150820004043/@comment-29559990-20150823220148

Vordel had found a workbench, but he had to step into a nearby alley and change quickly so that he may work on his armor.

He was soon out of his expertly-crafted ebony cuirass and in some casual clothes. He stretched a bit and turned around to walk back to the workbench, but instead he came face to face with a man dressed in red robes. He apeared to be a Breton, his eyes wide and his mouth in the form of a snarl. Oozing out of his mouth was a thick waterfall of blood.

Vordel gasped in horror and reached for his axe, unsheathing it quickly and swinging wildy for the man. However, when he swung, the man was gone, and his axe made a chink against the wall.

"Gods dammit..." Vordel muttered before picking up his ebony armor and moving back to his workbench.