Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150310112937/@comment-24942837-20150319232704

Torolf grimaced at the mention of the Jarl's death. Trying to keep his mind off the death of a Jarl, he whispered to Fox, "Wait till these Forsworn see us arrive. There'll be hell to pay, and the taste of our blades."

Eredin nodded ever so slightly. Quietly taking off his quiver, he began to comb with his fingers counting in his head how many arrows he had left.

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50... 53.

''Oh well, it'll have to do. Wait, let me see if I have any spare in my pack.'' Without further ado, he combed his pack for more steel arrows, thankfully finding 8 more, plus a few Orcish arrows.

Wait-- Oho, this should be good. He quietly walked close to Fox, mumbling. "Kinsman. What if we were to... use Forsworn Arrows? The enemy wouldn't know who's shooting at who, and when one of their archers is slain, we have reusable ammunition. Not to mention, it saves our good arrows for enemies worthy of an honorable death."