3SC's Ironfang Invasion IC

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He nodded at Aubrin's words. Kinning made good steel, even if it was a bit overpriced for what he was used to. Just how a small town smithy would work. Rask shouldered his bow and dragged the big sword out of its resting spot in the ground. The weight of it was oddly comforting, for by his own judgment he was much better with a blade than any sort of ranged implement. He offered the open backpack to Mort if he wanted to stow anything of value in it before setting off at the head of the group again.