Shipping Out June 11th 830pmish

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*Drakkon continues to lead Lilith along the docks up to where Tel'Amon is waiting for them and returns the nod.  When they are within arms reach Drakkon uses his free hand to carefully draw his cutlass, tosses up in the air slightly, and catches it by the bell guard hook at the rear of the blade and holds it out to Tel'Amon.  The silver gleams in the dying light and along the very sharp looking edge of the blade*

I will not insult ye by sayin' yer blade ain't good enough, but, I offer ye the use of my blade for the duration of the time I'll be away.  Ye can hand it back ta me upon my return.  It's done me well in the couple of years I've owned it and will serve ya well if'n ya'd use it.  If not, then may yer arm never grow tired, may yer mind never become dull, and kill'em all and take what was their's.

*Stands waiting to see what Tel's response will be*