Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-10906938-20140914213822

Celanar gave Weltrod a blank look. "These weapons I have are stronger and more comfortable than anything here. Although..." He said, looking around the room. A spear caught his eye. It was unusual, a metal rod with a spearhead on one end. Leather grips were wrapped around the shaft for grip. He grabbed it and exited the armory.

Galadir made his way back to where he had unceremoniously left the group. Instead of the rest of the party, he saw Celanar following Weltrod.

"What's so serious?"

"Oh, I'm about to have a fight to the death with one of the mer I hate most of all Tamriel."