Earlier, I ran across a blog post about the problems of drawing a sword from a sheath on your back. I came away with some useful information... and this story. Enjoy! Gav could hear them whispering as they followed him into the alley. “What a block . Do you think he even knows how to use that sword?” “He must be too thick to realize it’s too long for him to draw over his shoulder,” sneered the leader of the bold threesome. “He doesn’t even know we’re back here!” giggled the third. Gav, who definitely did know that they were behind him, high-stepped over a pile of trash and nearly put his foot on a rat that was gnawing a discarded piece of bread. Gav paused politely to let it get out of the way; it ducked behind a pile of broken bricks and glared at him suspiciously. He directed a little bow toward the small inhabitant—one could never be too careful—and strode onward. If he had been able to move more quickly, he might have been able to avoid ...
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