Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150917105001/@comment-5543592-20150923000714

Apollo42 wrote: There was a rustle in the bushes, as a large Orsimer man stepped out, a bloody battleaxe in hand. He looked at Maren, full of hate, but he said nothing. "Greetings, traveler." Incanus said to the Orc with merriment.