OOC: Idle chitchat is fine with me. There's been too mch killing of late.

IC:

"Hmm. Interesting. Although, I might add, I hardly expend extra effort on mine. It also doubles as an interesting close-combat weapon..."

Kal flicked up both swords with a twirl and caught them so they were facing straight up. "Yes, but that's why I have these. High quality blades, done but master-smiths, magicked a bit to hold their edge better."

"True, but I've always favored a nice, simple club."

"Yes, but you've got the size, strength, and brawn to use one. I do not unfortunately. I've only got quickness, wit, skill, and my aura of charm to save my ass."

He sheathed his swords, and went through counting his arrows. "29. 29? I could've I had thirty." He looked up to see the half-ogre using an arrow as a toothpick.

"Hey!"

"Oh. sorry."

He returned the arrow tip, with a big mass of meat fibers stuck on it."

"Cows nowadays... just too tough."

Kal looked at the arrow. He loaded it into his bow, and shot it into the target on one side of the bar, a dead bullseye.

"'Tis okay. Just please don't do it again."

ooc: This Rp goes where you want to go. It's a bar.

"Fancy dancy weapons. I prefer a good trusty bow. Some good trusty arrows. and the sword of my father. Simplicity friends. keep it simple and you can't fail."

"True. No point having some sword filled with mercury when you don't know how to use it properly..."

"I prefer to crush my enemies with hordes of demons!" The roobed man screamed out after hearing the talking of the other bar people. Then he quickly looked away and refilled his cup.

"Well, that works too..."