Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190210201424/@comment-5543592-20190213181953

Daireg had spent the morning training, remembering the cuts and strokes he had been taught in his youth, the more complicated moves and techniques he had learned later in life. His skills had not dulled, if anything they had sharpened. Being apart of the Spirt-Sword itself would do that to you.

He now enjoyed a cup of tea, waiting for when they would depart. He was eager to head back out west, where the brews were better. Argonians were incompetant when it came to tea.