Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-24344819-20191128173010

"I want that axe." Dravis bluntly stated, ignoring Aetheon's question. Torsten's eyes widened at Dravis' frontal approach, he was mildly surprised by the way the Ordinator stated that.

He supposed it can't be blamed though, the man had just lost his weapon to that very axe. Aetheon hesitated for a moment.

"Hmm...I suppose it would do more good in your hands than mine. And technically none of us own it. Yet."

He handed the axe over to the ordinator.

"So be sure not to lose it or somethin´. Spoils are to be shared when working in a group, no?"

He then adressed Torsten.

"And you, how long do you want to sit there? Here, I´ll help you up."

He extended a hand to Torsten. Partly to offer help and partly to shake hands.

"Name´s Aetheon by the way. Rayle Aetheon. You wanna introduce me to the rest of your crew?"