Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180515143122/@comment-26383377-20180727075839

The arrow wound was surprisingly clean, instead of a messy hole formed by punching into th flesh, the arrow had delicately sliced its way into Throgar’s shoulder, and wedged itself there.

Throgar used his free arm to tear a long strip of cloth from his rags, evidently a bandage.

“I’m Ready.”