(IC) The End or the Beginning?
Gar, the trip back, had seemed quiet in some internal struggle. His fight with the dragon had shown him his strengths of batyle was great, but at a range he was near useless.
This doubt had awakened something in him he had only felt as a child.
...some strange power.
He looked at the priest when he spoke and managed a weak smile. "The dwarven axe us better suited for Thoren. I could use it, but only two handed effectively, and even though it is enchanted, it is smaller than my axe and will do less damage."
He contemplated the bastard sword and the warhammer, the hammer solely as a ranged weapon, but dismissed it.
"Let us sell the rest...perhaps the town has some magic suited for my ways."