Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150310112937/@comment-24942837-20150326210446

Torolf shurgged admittedly. "You can continue to think better about the Stormcloaks. We, however, not so much."

Eredin nodded. He walked out of the camp to prepare some more arrows for the battle. He already had several bits of firewood, and enough steel to be put to use.

(I'm assuming there's an anvil or something here at camp, yeah?)

He used the Anvil to create 24 arrows at a time. When he was finished, he had over 100 arrows. Considering he already had 40.