Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180820220354/@comment-24510587-20180823220218

"We could get out without problem if not for these shackles," Marr sighed.

"Who are you people?" A female voice spoke up. It belonged to a Dunmer, sitting in a corner, shackled just like they were. She wore golden armour with large pauldrons and flowing, blue-coloured garments: the armour of an Ordinator. The helmet, with its large stylised mohawk, lay discarded a few metres off.