Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5543592-20151028215315

"Yeah." Pierre said, flexing the fingers to demonstrate. "Was in a fight with a Nord noble, who married in from Skyrim.  Mother had challenged him for some business contract, can't remember what.  Anyway, in the battle, he got half my hand.  It's part of what got me my name.  Bastard loped it off.  He probably expected me to submit, and ended up lowering his guard.  I got him here and here." Pierre said, drawing one line across his gut, another across his neck. "So he goes down, in two pieces, and I go pick up my hand then head off to the healer.  They keep one at duels, and he was good, family owned.  Mother was always certain that the healer was.  Anyway, he reattched the whole damn thing in a minute." He examined the back of his hand, like the fact that it was working still mistified him. "Hurt like a bitch for a month.  Funny, 'cause I didn't feel a think when it came off."