Farridor quickly fastened the new blade to his side. It was fairly light, in consideration with the person it was crafted for. For himself, it was on the heavy side, more than likely to be used with two hands until he grows stronger, if not a little bigger in general. Regardless, Farridor was awestruck, in a way, of the offer. When told he could keep it, he tried to refuse, though it was only a less than a few seconds before he was told to go inside and register. He double checked to ensure the blade was safe, despite not needing it, and picked up the scrap of his former weapon.
Following the group, he stayed between Siobhain and Ken, and let them sign first. Receiving his shoulder pat from Ken, he smiled and signed his own name. It certainly wasn't pretty, as manuscript certainly was never a big aspect in his education, but tried to make big, bold letters to compromise. Satisfied with his work, he joined the rest of the group and sat down, glancing at Sio. He couldn't help but wonder if she was some special knight-- or even a Paladin! The stories she may have would be absolutely divine to listen to! Perhaps today wouldn't be so bad after all?
Following the group, he stayed between Siobhain and Ken, and let them sign first. Receiving his shoulder pat from Ken, he smiled and signed his own name. It certainly wasn't pretty, as manuscript certainly was never a big aspect in his education, but tried to make big, bold letters to compromise. Satisfied with his work, he joined the rest of the group and sat down, glancing at Sio. He couldn't help but wonder if she was some special knight-- or even a Paladin! The stories she may have would be absolutely divine to listen to! Perhaps today wouldn't be so bad after all?
