Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20191029201024/@comment-5543592-20191114001336

"Blacksmith, aren't I?" Old Smith grumbled. "Bring what you need and I'll tend to it."

Smith cried out, but with one of his arms free he was able to grab one Forsworn by the furs and throw him off. The other he caught the sword arm off.

As the guards circled Vander another went around to the rear of the cart to retrieve Lokvir.

The arrow from Jack's bow thudded into the guard's armor. He drew back the bowstring and let loose. The arrow speared Jack's horse in it's stomach.