Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25912051-20141230014513/@comment-25945871-20150106063752

(Goodnight Mr. GM Locke)

Ska'i's eyes flash slightly as she see's the blade, "Aaah, very nice blate ye haff there, comrate. May et serve thee vell on our atventure." She uncovers her large dwemer crossbow from under her cloak, which apparently she had been holding with her right paw the entire time, fully loaded. "Chyes, tis mine crossbow. Ol' comrate opf mine passet et on fer me vhen 'e took te roat to sovengarte, nevar tolt me vhere 'e fount et." It sparkles dully in the firelight as she rolls it side to side slightly. She looks again to the sword, "Fargiff me, but I... erm... enjoy... reating swords close? I mean to look close to one?" Seems to stutter slightly as she attempts to structure the sentence correctly. "I neet not holt et, I just enjoy seeing crafts..menship?"