Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-24438639-20141118032845

John came to his feet as he held the sword with a different determination, and in a different way. A dwarven way, he quickly made his way to the armory something having changed in his eyes as he entered and fixated on one thing, a dwarven sword.

He threw aside his steel blade as he took the dwarven metal in hand, it fell known and in some ways comforting as he gribbed it tight and gave a few swings, he felt as though he was born to wield a blade like this, he sheathed the blade and made his way towards the kitchen.