Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20160320110750/@comment-29559990-20160404210434

"Okay, okay..." The voice debated.

Two hands shot out of a nearby bush. They were brown and scaly, with black cloth belonging to a robe hanging on his arms. His head slowly rose, witch appeared to be hidden by a skull like mask. All that was visible were a pair of orange eyes with slits in the middle.

"No death, right?" The argonian asked.