Chapter 3
by 
Buckboy
What's next?
The Warrior Girl
Emily thinks for a second and grabs the blade by it's soft but well fitting and sturdy handle. The army sword was made to feel great in the hand, with grooves in the handle for her fingers to wrap around comfortably. It was a hefty weapon, but weighted appropriately; not too heavy to be unwieldy and not too light to be ineffective at striking. The scabbard was just as well crafted, beautifully decorate with a depiction of an armored knight slaying either a green Orc of superior size.
She takes a breath and walks out the back door carefully and looks out into the open world then down at her new weapon and thinks to herself Did I just steal a sword? and from my own father of all people?
She stands outside looking forth thinking of where to go now, wearing her thin gambeson armor