Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-6006054-20150928005457

The wood made a crisp, sharp sound as Kjalek's dagger cut away at it.

snick, snick, snick

He wondered what exactly he was carving, his hands seemed to move of their own will. The nord wondered if that was how an artist, or a master smith felt. The work just coming alive in their hands, taking form with a will and heart of its own.

snick, snick, snick.