Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171125032411/@comment-32908780-20171208031503

Mikael had fallen asleep not long before the coming of the beast in the night, which meant he had no reccolection of its coming. When he woke up, he was lightly embarrased to see himself cuddling the hilt of a newly sharpened sword. Sitting up, he looked over to Astalia. "Uh... This is yours. Sorry." He tossed the blade, hilt first, towards her. The blade was now very sharp, with a honed edge. For a little bit of origionality, he added a few serated notches near the hilt. They were mostly aesthetic, but if she were to plunge the blade into something deep enough, they could do some good damage.