Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150326001100/@comment-24942837-20150328202102

Wulfgard silently patrolled the halls, his body covering in Steel Plate Armor, however the height and muscles would give him away. He looked at the other recruits, silently hoping they were usable.

He walked into Silan's room, not bothering to knock. In his right hand, he held an unused gauntlet for the time being. In his left... Silver Sword, he held the heads of three werewolves, all impaled between the eyes. With his right hand, he easily pushed the heads off of his sword-hand (literally) and lined them on a wooden plate.

"The pack was taken care of in Morthal," Wulfgard simply said. "What is my next task?" He took a rag out of his knapsack and wiped the blood off of his sword hand.