Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20181015152958/@comment-26383377-20190211045919

"Mm, you didn't kill him?"

Throgar attempted to wipe some blood off of his face, to no avail. He tightened the straps on his shoulder, affixing the dwarven arm to his torso. He fidgets with the mechanism beneath his wrist, and causes it to hum back to life. The arm produced a low hum, before gradually quieting down.