Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171114002451

(Blue team/S9) Eothred sighs, botdering on a grumble. Knowing that time is limited, he leaves the group. He returns to his horse, taking his shield off of its hangar, then goes to the vendor section of the camp to see one of the Black Mages.

"How much to mend these, please?" He says flatly, clearly annoyed. He sets the shield on the counter, placing his helmet on top.