Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-10906938-20141012220037

Celanar watched as Ma'Jharo sharpened and buffed his sword. He decided he had nothing better to do, and took to the seat opposite the hardened Khajiit.

"A fine blade, well cared for. Of what make?" He asked. When it came to swords, he was fairly discriminate, but couldn't discern much about the unfamiliar scimitar.