Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-27783182-20140321230956

Amdzel reached his back, touching his Dwarven Rifle, Sunder and the Aetherial Staff, seeing if they still were there. He opened his hands and the One-Handed Dwemer Crossbows were still there. He looked on his Keening sheath and placed his hand on it; The Dwarven-made dagger Keening was still there.

"They're still here. You probably didn't saw it due to the camouflage." Amdzel smiled. For the first time in 20 years, he was happy. He slowly took off his helmet, revealing his light blue eye, his ocular instrument replacing his right eye and his dwemer-scrap filled face.