It Didn't Look Sharp
AW in the Armory
Bard
10-23-2022, 10:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-23-2022, 10:46 PM by Dread. Edited 1 time in total.)
I wasn't going to, her response was... well, it was the same one Dread would have given, if confronted in the same situation. Right, Dread supposed that he hadn't even spoken during the reunion, and she didn't know what his name was. "Dread." Right, that was good enough. He didn't have more to say on the subject, after all. At least she withdrew from the wall of weapons, and wouldn't get cut if she wasn't standing too close to them all. His gaze returned to the walls of the armory, taking a few slow steps along the rows of shiny equipment. "These are for fighting, they're swords and knives and stuff," Dread tossed his head towards the weaponry itself. "And those are for staying safe while you do it," the armor, stored separately. There was so much of it. "I can't wait to learn how to use all of it, I'm going to be the best fighter there's ever been." It was more information than Dread would usually volunteer, but the excitement shone clear in the way he spoke. Though usually fairly monotone, fairly serious... something about Dread, in this environment, absolutely shined. He didn't know when the time would come, but until then the young boy would wait with baited breath. A hunger lived inside him, after all. |