Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-45964425-20200603195501

Samuel wouldn't be with the group of mercenaries, rather, he would be behind them. He never worked with anyone, as he found out that having useless men accompanying him only makes the job harder. He made his way through all the mercs, with his copper-colored armor remaining dull in radiance as he walked. His armor looked very worn-out, as there were scratch marks, big and small littered around the armor, and it was a little rusty from not being cleaned or shined. A sword was sheathed from his side, which appeared to be a longsword, the grip having a red fabric, with the rain-guard and the piece on the bottom of the sword being copper as well. The shield he carried on his back would probably be a third of his entire size long if it was set to the ground next to him. It was copper and rectangle-shaped, with a red gem in the center. As well as the following items, he also had a hand crossbow and a sack filled with miscellaneous items. His hand would rest an inch away from the grip of the sword, something he taught himself to do for a while. He would stop a couple of feet in front of the two men standing upfront, before taking a knee to open up the sack tied to his back and count bolts, acting as if the other two were never there.