Re: The Cold Lands: To the Bloodstone Gate
Talvaroff slowly began removing his armor, piece by piece, revealing a dirty woolen tunic and trousers below the metal and the padding. It had been worn for days, under heavy armor. He took good care to keep downwind of the party as he took a rock and a larger rock and began banging the small dents out of his armor. His tapping makes a gentle rythym, and he seems to hum along. tap. tap. TAP. TAP. tap. tap.