Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131106034031/@comment-6006054-20131110183927

Kenyon was already prepared. He had not replaced his right pauldron but now wore a chainmail shirt under his breastplate, affording the shoulder some protection at least. His claymore hung on his back as always, newly sharpened the night prior. The dagger in his wrist sheath had recieved the same treatment. The neckalce he had strung with the teeth of Onazai hung from his neck.