<strong>Name:</strong>Cedric Blackhand<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Shore<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone?...<br/><hr/><br/>Cedric picked up the large piece of wood, hefting it in his hands. It felt good and solid. It wouldn't have been his first choice for a weapon, but any weapon would be helpful out here. He was extremely gratified to see a buckler washing up onshore as well. "It seems that I was not the only one traveling armed," he muttered, stooping to pick up the shield as well.<br/><br/>The balance felt a bit off; perhaps the wood had been warped by age, or the salt water, or both. Still, a shield was a shield and he didn't plan on complaining when he was equipped with something. Proceeding further toward the wreck, he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of other live people. He thought a few times he heard voices, but didn't call out for fear of them not being friendly.<br/><br/>Now that he was armed his next priority was food; perhaps he could scavenge some from the beached jetsam. If not, he was sure there would be something to eat further inland. Plus, the soaked wood washing up with the waves would serve no purpose for firewood. For that, he would need to also look inland.