Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-11757857-20140108235257

Darzarr burst into the room with Ebony and Moonstone on leads walking next to him. "What is this about an Elder Scroll? Darzarr would like to help. So would Ebony and Moonstone. They are wolves, you know. They are very protective of Darzarr," he interrupted. "Darzarr is also a skilled sneak. He can help, yes." He pulled out his dagger. "See that blade?" he asked. He pressed the short blade to his finger. Blood dripped from the wound. "Very sharp. Darzarr likes his Sharpslash." He took out a raggedy old tunic and cut off a piece with the dagger to cover his finger. He carefully sheathed Sharpslash.

(I gave his beloved dagger a name. It is Darzarr's favourite blade; I thought it deserved it.)