Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181011112613/@comment-25828117-20181013205027

Perhaps the only thing that the flutist owned that could qualify as a weapon, if a very shit one, was a small whittle knife of about two inches long.

The handle of the blade itself was wrapped in a wooden grip with flowery engravings, small enough not to irritate the wielder with irregularities in the grasp.

Valanor plopped himself down somewhere quietlike and started whittling away whilst humming a tune he did not know the name of.