Jun 7, 2020
@for-thedas
Nate wiped the slick of dark spawn blood from a dagger as he retrieved it, nose scrunching up slightly. “No one told me that they smelled so bad--” he complained, wiping the flat of the blade against his pants before sheathing it.
(everything would need a good cleaning)
“Have you seen my bow, Commander? Lost hold of it when the ogre charged me,” he admitted, already coming to terms that it was either lost or broken in the fray. The daggers would do just fine, he was skilled in blades, but he preferred to stand further away if he could help it at all.