#;witchertalk

      He’d never been inclined to curse, but the situation seemed to deserve it. Whoever this was, whoever deemed it fit to say that, could burn with Inferum for all he cared.

     “Yes.” Without a moments hesitation or doubt.

     “Nobody seems inclined to admit it to me, no.” He’s well aware that it has. He’s never going to be able to fght the same. He makes a damn useless lookout. He still hasn’t figured out how to properly handle a sword, still yet to adjust to the new sense, still struggling to sleep... A whole host of reasons that he’s lost his value to his kingdom.

     “Oh, I could fell the beast for ya, have no doubts, but I’d argue there are individuals far better suited to crafting fine clothes. I’m made to wield a sword, not stitch and sew.”

     “In theory, yes. In practicality, I wouldn’t be one to reccomend troll hide of all things if you were looking to keep out the chill. Armour wise, it would prove effective but it’s much too tough and unforgiving for a coat.”