Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-1789156-20140610204722/@comment-4843137-20140610213716

Sitting in the shack, Baen murmured to himself, as he did often, "I hope they left it", as he began to put his hands against the old, half rotten floorboards of the derelict shack. After several minutes, though, he could not find the item he was searching for and the longtooth began to become more and more frantic. At last, he spied a suspicious-looking floorboard. With a grunt, he pried it open. Inside was his life and soul. Baen'rik's yew longbow and a quiver of arrows rested within.