Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20191029201024/@comment-5543592-20191113170949

ReDquinox wrote: "Oh, I see," Vander nodded apologetically.

"Very well, we'll wait then."

It was not much longer than the Jarl appeared. He was a Nord man in his late thirties, with dark sun-beaten skin, a shaved head, and a knotted beard. He wore a shirt of ringmail over padded leather, a sword at his side, and was followed by fifteen guards. A large Nordic man with a battle-axe storde at his side, likely his Huskarl. A shorter woman, a Dunmer, walked behind him. She wore plain clothes.

The guard stepped aside for the Jarl who walked up until he was standing near the side of the carriage. His guards began to break ranks, fanning out.

"Afternoon." He greeted Vander, mildly. He had a heavy brow, blond eyebrows near invisible in the sun. Then, he called out. "Are you alright, Lokvir?"

From his prone position in the back of the cart Lokvir replie, "Fine, lord. Two of my men are injured, but I've not been mistreated."