Got a spark in your heart so strike it
"The patrols, or the fights?" he asks of joining, a grin sweeping in, because, yes. He definitely had not considered that he might be needed to police the event though, but that seems exactly like job for the low man on the totem pole, of which he's lucky he's not buried in sand for how low he is after moving into the ranks here. Good thing he's an adept climber.
With the loss of his sword, he picks up another new piece, one full of pockets that sand tumbles from in sheets. It looks more like braided wood. "I'm sure I will for some of it," he confirms as he holds up the wooden piece and stares down the sights of it towards Ronin. A crab warns him away with a raised claw, but a fierce shake sends it sailing before Kaisel deposits the firewood in the wagon. "I'm guessing not many want to, since they'd miss out on the party, but I wouldn't mind." Could help prove his commitment to the job, at the very least.
With the loss of his sword, he picks up another new piece, one full of pockets that sand tumbles from in sheets. It looks more like braided wood. "I'm sure I will for some of it," he confirms as he holds up the wooden piece and stares down the sights of it towards Ronin. A crab warns him away with a raised claw, but a fierce shake sends it sailing before Kaisel deposits the firewood in the wagon. "I'm guessing not many want to, since they'd miss out on the party, but I wouldn't mind." Could help prove his commitment to the job, at the very least.
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
