@holyprotect
your useless blade collides with the ground. it's scratched and stained from the blood of your enemies, the countless battle after battle. you have no more use for it, the cave is cleared and their are weapons all around. a gloved hand wraps around the blunt club of a deceased goblin as you straighten your back.
a breath escapes you, and you turn to your companion.
" are you alright? " comes your question











