Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-5543592-20150811002520

(I think I used embroided wrong.  That's only for clothing, right?)

Theo approached a crate and cracked it open, and a dozen mead bottles poured out.

He snorted, and went to the second.

More mead.

The third held wine.

The fourth some third variety of alchohal.

He finally struck gold on the third, coming away with a full set of glass armor. There were some weapon crates in one corner, and he eventually discovered a glass battleaxe, wrongly named, as it had the shape and style of a halbred.

"Oh yeah..." He grumbled to himself. The warmth had restored his voice- it was a welcoming tone, deep, and friendly, but with an edge to it. An edge that showed this wasn't someone you could push around or stand up to, that he was clearly some in charge.

"I'm going to check the other crates, see if I can find us some food." He informed them.