*Nonac looks over and gives a glare with a heavy northern accent*
Wear. Hunt. Killed from man or beast.
*Nonac places a heavily muscled arm on hilt of a heavy sword*
No jester.
*Furia looks over coldly*
Real... And so is the sword.
There's a few dead south invaders who can account for that.
Wear. Hunt. Killed from man or beast.
*Nonac places a heavily muscled arm on hilt of a heavy sword*
No jester.
*Furia looks over coldly*
Real... And so is the sword.
There's a few dead south invaders who can account for that.