Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20140405033039/@comment-24684131-20140405052841

Liath sat cross legged, leaning against a wall with his arms folded behind his head a short distance from his fellow students.

He was doing his best to conserve energy for the coming challenges that the next day would more than likely hold. Unfortunately, his inner weaponsmith demanded that he at least glance at every weapon in the room before it would allow him any rest. Most of them were typical, some even straying into the realm of cliche, but there were gems scattered amongst the gathered first years.

One weapon that caught Liaths attention would be a pair of smooth black greeaves worn by an orange haired boy not too far from where he sat, but Liath wasn't in the mood for conversation, so he tipped his head back, seaking to claim the rest he needed.