Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-5543592-20151002190411

Ragnar stopped mid-step, freezing, and then his hand shot out to the right with unprecedented speed, catching a perched bird around the mid-section. He squeezed it tight in a fist, restrained it's neck so it wouldn't peck him, and brought it up in the air out at arm's length, level with his face.

"Are you going to come out?" He asked.

Scire pointed to his bow and quiver, which Ragnar had left behind. "Pass me those?"