Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-6006054-20150813214922

Kjalek removed his prior fur acquisition, and slowly assembled the steel plate upon himself. It was good armor. The snow had not rusted it, and the smith had a skilled hand. When he was fully armored, he put the fur back on, using it to cover weakpoints and preserve warmth. He inspected the nordic greatsword, searching along its blade for any irregularities or weakness. It seemed proper, better made than the one he had been carrying. He tied it to his back, nestling it next to the other greatsword.

Something felt wrong. Very wrong. He glanced around the smithy's interior, but nothing posed itself as a threat. He hurried back up the chimney, reflecting on how heavily armed he was as he did so. Sealed in plate, carrying a knife, a war axe, and two greatswords. At the very least, he would not run out of weapons.