Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171125032411/@comment-32908780-20171126232430

Mikael relaxed upon the porch of his father's smithy, taking it easy. His clothes, blacksmith's apron, and face were stained with soot and sweat. He'd been hard at work forging for himself a simple weapon to keep his people safe: A pair of metal caestuses, essentially iron knuckles that would make a punch more than enough to take out an intruder upon their simple lifestyle. A good day, in his book.

It was then he saw a group of his friends walking by. He remembered that they were to set off on an adventure for... something. He'd been asked to go along, but he had refused on the grounds that such lives of adventure were too complicated for him. Standing up, he waved to them. "You lot finally heading out?" These people he had known for a while now- he considered them close. In fact, they were his only close people, outside of the small family he lived with. He almost felt bad, seeing them go...