Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190406204911/@comment-5543592-20190406205608

Smith awoke. He was up early, as he always was. Back when he was a blacksmith, it was to stoke the forge. Now it was to train.

Smith hadn't really changed in size as much, which he wasn't surprised about. He had reached that age where a man's body picked it shape and stuck with it until he was old and slow.

What had changed was his dexterity. He was quicker now, thanks to his work with Vordel and training with the heroes of the guild. He would never be the first fight alive, not a master, nor even could he be qualified as good, but he was a competant boxer and wrestler. What he lacked in skill he made up for in strength and toughness. And when worse came to worse, Smith could swing a hammer like no other.

He headed out to do a quick jog. Now that he wasn't working with heavy equipment for twelve hours a day, he'd needed to start exercising to keep his level of fitness up.

He began a wide loop of the valley Fort Dawn Guard sat in. He liked the early morning sights.