[...Nnngh. This sword business is going nowhere. Walter heaves a sigh and sets his materials down, sitting up to see who's approaching. He returns the wave after a short pause, putting his elbows on his knees and settling into a more casual posture.
He raises his eyebrows a little at the question, waving a hand at the ground to gesture to the metal rod and makeshift whetstone.]
Hardly that. Nothing here seems to hold an edge long enough to put it to use.
[He glances to the Houndour at his side. Relying on demon familiars isn't anything new, but...jeez, he'd really like a sword or something for his own use. Even if these things are strangely cute and docile.]
...this would be such great CR
He raises his eyebrows a little at the question, waving a hand at the ground to gesture to the metal rod and makeshift whetstone.]
Hardly that. Nothing here seems to hold an edge long enough to put it to use.
[He glances to the Houndour at his side. Relying on demon familiars isn't anything new, but...jeez, he'd really like a sword or something for his own use. Even if these things are strangely cute and docile.]