Late last eve there was a knock at the door... It was that fine fellow Senior Guardsman Arkay!
He wanted me to take a look at his armour and give his weapons a bit of a clean...
His armour was a little banged up and his bows smelled a little peculiar.
*shrugs*I got a bag for Mister Arkay to put his gear into and he went upstairs to change. When he returned we stepped outside to the forge where I began hammering the dents out of his armour.
I finished oiling and re-tensioning his bows just in time as I could here the alarm bells ringing...
So i left Mister Arkay with his kit looking as good as new and got Raiden out of bed
so i could hide under it!
*signed flamboyantly*Amon Jarl, Covian Citizen.
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