Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171125032411/@comment-32908780-20171203204826

Mikael had barely managed to clamber onto his bedroll that night. He had stayed up so late, perfecting the dagger he was given and honing it to a fine point, that he soon just dropped himself atop his sleeping space without bothering to cover up or prepare. Even as he woke up, the dagger rested on the polishing stone beside him. He sat up in bed, eyes tightly shut, as though he had a headache. "Aye, aye, good'n..."