Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140302224523/@comment-11457306-20140304195315

Daria slipped back into the armory while the men were posturing. She'd decided that if they were going to ally with a larger group--especially Rolaf, she might need more than just leathers and a dagger. She found bracers to cover her forearms and slid another dagger into her boot, then stood considering. The armor was all too big for her slight frame, but there was chain mail that migh stop an arrow or a blade. She rummaged through and finally found a mail shirt that was small enough. She belted it so that it did not hang so loose and added a pouch to the belt. More undertunics went into her pack. She considered the crossbows, but they were very heavy and she had no idea how to use one.

She settled on a light hunting bow instead and a quiver of arrows. She'd once been very good with a bow--ten long years before. A lump rose in her throat as she remembered who taught her. He was probably married long ago and had a brood of children. That made her wonder where she would go when she got off the ship--if she got off the ship. She pushed the worries away. First she must get back to Skyrim. Dralnach and Steinar would be the key to that.

She stepped back out into the hall. Her hunger was growing. She winced as pain shot through her abdomen. It had been at least a day since her last meal. She was tired too.