Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171125032411/@comment-32908780-20171203004047

The tall warrior watched the two, took the dagger, then reclaimed his seat. At once, he started to lightly inspect the blade bestowed upon him. With a great caution, he began to whittle away at the rusted and tarnished parts of the blade. "She'll be ready in no time. As for you, David, I cannot say I am near bright enough to understand the workings of your weaponry. Never was one for the arcane, or even for alchemy. Had a lass I was sweet on who sure could make a good brew, though..." He chuckled. He had not taken his attention from his work, only pausing to douse some of Morgan's water upon the grinding stone. It then occured to him that this may be a waste of good drinking water, and he began to think of that river. It was dark, but it'd serve well if he decided to use it.