Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140208203835/@comment-7489529-20140209045003

Albastru lifted the visor, revealing his brilliantly blue eyes.

"Father told me."

He unsheathed Noapte, and started sharpening the large blades, one by one.

"He made these."

When he finished, he held all the knives: three in each hand. He displayed them to the two students that had addressed him.

"They work well."