Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180114160007/@comment-26383377-20180130185004

"I shall accept."

A hand appears from within the crowd, raised upwards, firmly. Out steps a warrior, With arms and armor that differed from those around him. Master crafted lamellar armor was worn over thick robes, and chain mail was used to support his joints. He wore a sturdy helmet, and thick traditional cloth beneath it. However, the most glaring difference in this warrior's appearance, was the inclusion of a curved sword sheathed at his hip...

On his left arm, an eagle was perched, His Sjalvallaren. It took off, and started to circle the air above. Flying at a startlingly quick speed.

The warrior pointed to the Smiddield clan, his expression masked by a cloth wrap that covered his face up to his nose. "I would be honored." He spoke, his accented voice muffled by the wrap.