Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-24696651-20141005212944

Dande felt the finger on his neck, and nearly gasped. But he didn't. He briefly considered grabbing his sword, but he'd be too weak to use it and he didn't want to piss these people off. They were clearly planning on rescuing him, and he didn't plan to stop them. He made a mental note to get some greaves - his boarhide boots, durable though they were, couldn't protect against anything more than a feeble swipe. Still, they were good for riding and provided warmth. He just hoped they were as kind as they sounded.