Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140816204332/@comment-24736819-20140819024948

(Aye.)

Finally, the mourning arrived at Fort Frostall. The new recruits were going to be tested and everyone was at the courtyard to see.

Kalnahzoor grabbed the gear and placed on a table, swords, bows, arrows, axes, whatever the weapon they used it was there, blunt and safe for the training.

Azaron had already cleaned his room with a unusual quickness, as if he were helped. He had made some potions in case someone needed and was now sitted in a chair, waiting for the brawl.