Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-5543592-20140907212004

Fritjolf was still in the common room. He had drawn the dai-katana and was mataining the blade. The action soothed him. Not that he needed soothing of course. He was tough. He killed people for money, you had to be solid to enter that line of work. Then why did he feel... odd? His train of thought slowly shifted to that blasted deer.