Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160209154925/@comment-6006054-20160212040807

Taervik sat deep in thought, his bardiche across his lap. His weapons had all been properly cared for, and he was at a loss of what to do. If he was by himself he would have practiced the weapon drills he had learned as a guard, but he didn't feel like creating a spectacle for the others. They were mostly children, really. The Beast Slayer's apprentice was naive, the Beast Slayer himself thought he was discreet, which was an amusing notion. Then there was the drunk, the simpleton, and the elf.