<strong>Name:</strong>Cedric Blackhand<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Shore<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Several people<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cedric dropped the club in his hand and picked up the shortsword. The fighter swung it a few times, getting used to the feeling of it in his hand and its natural heft. Admittedly, it could stand to be polished and, if it was tarnished, would most likely be made of an inferior substance to what he usually preferred, but he would take a blade any day over the club.<br/><br/>He told those he was currently standing with,<strong>"If any of you are inclined towards weapons and you aren't armed yourselves yet, I'd advise you take one of these or pick over the wreckage for anything you might be able to use. We're going to want to be ready. Those goblins are probably not the only ones here with us."</strong>