Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-25808351-20180110221017

"Hehehe, to be expected when you tussle with me. However I can't take all the credit. Armata had a hand in messing you up too." Marcus sets a a small bag of silver on the counter, paying for the work done to his leather armor. Putting on his coat, Marcus strolls to the blacksmiths door. He stops as he opens it and looks back to Eothred with a smug/playful smile.

"You should be proud though. You fought better then many, and were braver than most. Stop by the party before you go, I promised I'd raise a mug in your name...." After that, Marcus lets go of the door and it closes behind him. Eothred can see Marcus pause outside the shop, the legendary warrior pulls a cigar from his pocket and places it between his lips. Striking a match on his boot and lighting his cigar, Marcus takes several puffs before walking out of sight.