Jan 15, 2024 12:32 am
Lothar looks at Silvergrin for a moment, considering the dwarf's words as he gauges whether the woman behind him is about to attack or cast some spell, and his hand goes to the pommel of his sheathed broadsword. "Aye," he answers, "I've used it a time or two."
Raising his voice slightly, he looks purposefully past Felskrudd to the slender mage in the back. "And who's wee girl? Calm your finger-fires, lass. I'm a friend."
Raising his voice slightly, he looks purposefully past Felskrudd to the slender mage in the back. "And who's wee girl? Calm your finger-fires, lass. I'm a friend."