Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140813223809/@comment-18750685-20140816180802

Saren carefully retrieved his sword from the fire, bringing it dangerously close to his face and swinging it clockwise. He stroke the blade gently, despite it glowing RED.

He did not groan or even frowned, but rather literally breathed its heat. A short moment of prayer recital from his Ashlander traditions followed, ended by Saren looking calmly -- almost hypnotically at the others.

"May we die in battle, or die in tears."