JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Caerth nods. Coming forward, the half-orc takes his trusted backpack off his broad shoulders and takes out a pieces of cloth. Wrapping the fabric around the sword, trying to keep his hands from touching it, Caerth finally pulls the blade from the stone that held it. After a moment of hesitation, he slides it under his belt, adjusting the angle and his posture to accomodate the length of metal.