Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180515143122/@comment-26383377-20180604152010

(Damn, epic reveal!

Throgar's not gonna be happy, you can be sure of that.)

A wide grin appeared on the Nord's face, he approached the table, and picked the arm up. He borught it up to his lips and gave it a quick kiss. "Ah, how have I managed without you?"

He held the dwarven maching and pressed it against the stump on his shoulder. Using his teeth, he bit down on one of the leather straps, holding it in place. He then used his offhand to attempt to tie it to his torso. His fingers slipped, and as he opened his mouth to curse, he let go of the arm.

It fell to the floor, clattering loudly, "Damn..." He turned and looked over at the pair. "I need a hand." He requestd.