Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180107055645/@comment-32908780-20180107165423

Mikael had anchored himself in the cave along with the others without so much as a word of protest. Setting up his whetstone and polishing apparatus, he glanced around. He called over to Morgan. "Oi, Morgan. I don't think I have done any honing on your weapon. Care to do me a favor and hand it over?" He thought a moment, then glanced over to Xixi, "And you don't happen to have any weapons, would you? I was a smith back in our hometown. I could fix and sully those right up for you." The Weresheep didn't seem to have anything to carry a weapon, but what did he know? This was unexplored water for him.