"The young lord ist very well cared for in thine hands. At least he shalt never want for boots," Brandr smiles, though he doesn't get this shopping thing.
All of the midgard clothing he'd seen so far seemed woefully inadequate for combat, something he'd like to ask about when he got the chance. Because the point of this trip seemed to be to get him to blend in more, which he saw the reason for he'd admit, people had mistaken him for some creature called a 'Cosplayer' already. The whispers wondering how real his swords were baffled him a little though. Who would carry fake swords? That made no sense.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
