He looked down at the spear inquisitively, and instantly noted a few things as a merchant's son. First, the wood had some surprising turning to it, as crude as it may be. Corantir had never expected any attention to detail in the woodwork especially.
Then he wrapped his fingers around it and twirled it to his side in more of a show form than a combat stance, although it was merely to get a feel for it. Peering down at the tip, he noticed how sharp it was. Sharper than a razor.
How do trolls have craftsmanship like this? Are there dwarves round somewhere? Or maybe this was looted. Never having been educated in how sophisticated troll weapon making was, he was a tad bit on the ignorant side, and honestly a little aloof.
Well, he thought,
I may as well. If we get enough, we can take some back to the group. And it doesn't seem like this troll is going to tear me limb from limb...at least not yet. Nodding in approval, he then kneeled down by the river bank, one knee in front, the other behind him, and focused intently below the water's surface. He remained absolutely astoot and still until he saw a fair catch swim by, to which he would deliver a spastic skewer.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=shiranai@rpgww60462>Shiranai</A] at: 2/16/03 12:52:11 pm