Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160311230436/@comment-5543592-20160316230102

Crimson came to a stop beside Faldras and kicked the bow that lay alongside the Bosmer up into his hands.

"Hey, Bebe!" He called, getting Bloodbath's attention (and glare), before tossing the bow like a discus to the man. It landed five feet short and Bloodbath scowled further. Crimson felt a bit guilty about that- he wouldn't like people throwing his bow around.

He glanced at the fine, extravagent blade at his hip. This however... he wasn't certain how he felt about swords. Someone had once told him that you should never like a weapon. Bows could be tools, used for more than war. Swords were weapons made to kill people. And while that was Crimson's business, it never felt right to him to be so good at something that could only be used to kill people.