Post by Sigurd on Oct 2, 2009 18:19:38 GMT -5
Sigurd Bladedale sat in the training hall. Just on the floor. Next to him was a pile of smoothly made arrows. The Luminarian fox had shrugged of his cloak for a while, which was hidden in his foot locker in his room. The Luminarian, after carefully crafting thirty arrows, slowly got up. He could get some feathers and arrow heads from Ashstripe. The ranger picked up his work, and shuffled to the other side of the room. First, he would get in combat practice.