[ Stiles does take the proffered hand, though it’s with a whine of protest as its gripped way too tightly. Wow, he’s delicate, Soren! Please, dial back your manly strength. Shaking out his hand in an attempt to get the blood flowing again, he glances around the hut and begins the search. ]
Man, I can barely feel my fingers…
[ Grumbling aside, he does eventually find the weapon. Tossed aside with some pieces of armor that look as if they were taken from several different sized people. Maybe this is the pile of loot stripped from outsiders? Stiles carefully kicks the sword away from the pile, but pointedly does not pick it up. ]
Found it.
[ It’s nothing personal, Soren. Stiles simply has Very Bad memories about wielding swords and would prefer not to touch one. ]
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Man, I can barely feel my fingers…
[ Grumbling aside, he does eventually find the weapon. Tossed aside with some pieces of armor that look as if they were taken from several different sized people. Maybe this is the pile of loot stripped from outsiders? Stiles carefully kicks the sword away from the pile, but pointedly does not pick it up. ]
Found it.
[ It’s nothing personal, Soren. Stiles simply has Very Bad memories about wielding swords and would prefer not to touch one. ]