08-17-2014, 08:57 PM
Zahkrii stood near the town fire, fiddling with the ties on his bracers. He sat up and stretched, his shoulders and back sore from his new chainmail. He had spent the majority of the day on his feet, asking around for Szhmhlaer and Zshlwre. They happened to be out of town however, he had need to talk to them over matters of armor. He let out a long sigh and simultaneously drew his sword and pulled out his whetstone, dragging the rock down the length of the blade to maintain the edge.