10-16-2015, 02:44 PM
Kyrem sits on the railing of the cabin's porch, a stone in his left hand and his dagger in his right. He drags the dagger across the stone, honing the edge with each drag. He looks up periodically, taking deep breaths between stroking the whetstone with his dagger. When he appears content with the edge on his knife, he wipes the blade on a cloth and returns it to its scabbard. Shortly after that, he stands with his arms folded and looking at the darkening sky with a smirk.