Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190301003406/@comment-24510587-20190301004840

Dar-Mitaal trod along, ready to get his very own sword.

"Sure, why not," Vyrine shrugged, getting off her stool and grabbing her helmet.

"You're welcome," Marr murmured. His mood had certainly soured; he'd started off the day more chipper than ever since this quest started...