07-02-2021, 11:02 PM
The relaxing slash of metal against earth echoed across the territory as the group got to work. Sparks lit up the area as they worked. Romulus watched in interest as those around him worked and observed the miniscule details they provided within their blades. One wanderer caught his eye. Someone he apparently had rarely seen around before or perhaps never. The kingpin was unsure. Despite this, he watched as the canine worked with the knife carefully. As her grinding came to a halt, he watched as Aubree took the blade to her pawpad. He almost spoke up in protest. By the time crimson began to leak out, he was too late though.
A paw loosened up on the hilt of the sword he held as she directed her attention towards him and began to speak. The question was rather idiotic, consider where they were. "Any and all weapons taken from other groups are held in the Contraband Shanty," came his answer. His gaze briefly moved to the hut behind him. A flick of his tail signaled where they were with a sharp gesture. Looking back, Romulus continued. "Some were found on the island though." Others, which he kept to himself, were kept in his quarters. His father had brought some from The Pitt and his past within Snowbound, but they weren't too special. Stryker was more hands-on.
A claw pointed down at the knife they were working on. "Do you plan to do anything with that... or are you discarding it to the finished pile?" He would need to disinfect... and possibly fix their wound. Maybe it would have been better to mention the wound first, rather than the blade. What's done was done.
A paw loosened up on the hilt of the sword he held as she directed her attention towards him and began to speak. The question was rather idiotic, consider where they were. "Any and all weapons taken from other groups are held in the Contraband Shanty," came his answer. His gaze briefly moved to the hut behind him. A flick of his tail signaled where they were with a sharp gesture. Looking back, Romulus continued. "Some were found on the island though." Others, which he kept to himself, were kept in his quarters. His father had brought some from The Pitt and his past within Snowbound, but they weren't too special. Stryker was more hands-on.
A claw pointed down at the knife they were working on. "Do you plan to do anything with that... or are you discarding it to the finished pile?" He would need to disinfect... and possibly fix their wound. Maybe it would have been better to mention the wound first, rather than the blade. What's done was done.
ROMULUS MALUS
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