((Going to continue from here if that is okay))
“I was attacked by a great beast. There has been signs of them living near Avarosa and I did not want them near but–”
He paused and looked around for his sword. The Barbaian King did not feel secure without it in his grasp.
“—-I was only wrestling with a babe. When the mother and it’s herd approached, they were the size of mountains.”
Tryndamere scratched at his nose. “The Freljord could be in great danger.————–
————————– “And, if it is not too much trouble, I’d like my sword back.”
Like a faun learning to walk, Tryndamere stood holding on to frost covered rocks for support