Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180826001644/@comment-27358240-20180828024950

Adlartok gets to his rawhide tent and checks his possessions. Club? Ckeck. Bow? Check. Arrows? Check. Knife? Check. Dried caribou meat? Check. He aslo had a few slates of jade left, which he put in his leather sack. Perfect, he had everything he needed for this race. Now, all that was left was to pray to the Great Spirits that his chariot wouldn't shatter to pieces.