Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190129014352

His arms felt heavy from work. His head ached with a dull and constant throb. His hearing muffled from the constant ringing imposed by the arduous work of shaping metal. He vaguely heard the clamor of guards down the hall but a suspicion was all he needed to spring into action.

With his mace in tow The Warden followed behind the last group of guards who made their way into the armory, his height giving him the slightest vantage point to see an armored figure standing before Armata.

Whether out of duty or caring Jorge made his way through the guards and began to position himself between them and the invader.

"Who are you and state your purpose! I would rather not have this mace be both ends of this conversation!"