Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-12599067-20141116220638

Hasaan, who had taken nothing save a steel shortsword, came out the hallway last, as he was heading up the rearguard. When they entered the chamber, his hand immediately fastened itself on the hilt of his sword. Nothing good could come of wandering blindly into the homes of the ancient Dwarves, and he knew it.

Faolan let out a low whistle as they walked in the room. His sword was in one hand already and every once in a while he would twirl it, something he often did when nervous or simply standing idly.

"Looks like fun," Faolan noted, although he wasn't smiling.