Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140927163426/@comment-5166523-20141013145345

Gwiriel was hanging off the cliff around ten metres below, having managed to shove his sword into a crevice in the cliffside.

"That beast broke the blade of my sword."

He tries to get the rest of the sword out, but it is jammed in the cliff face.

"Accursed hell lizard."

He starts climbing back up, then scrambles up to solid ground, drawing his bow and what few arrows didn't fall off the Throat of the World. (Remember that he spent most of his childhood climbing in Valenwood.)

"Back to business, I think."