Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20160103144129/@comment-5543592-20160104014146

Crimson stood leaned idly against a pillar, twirling a dagger and whistling. His horse had left, evidently having been sent off by it's master.

If you're burned that bad, how thirsty do you think you are?  The Redguard wondered to himself, eying Agatha tending to Jericho. He lingered on the Breton's behind for a moment, sizing her up, considering, before making a face and shaking his head slightly, and refocused on the battlefield.

He whistled lower as he analyzed the demons, who were all quite dead. Do people notice the demonic armies running around the Empire?  This group talked about how Tharn had replaced the Emperor, which actually made some sense to Crimson. What surprised him, was that nobody else had noticed. Or maybe they had, and just didn't care. He possibly could end up a better leader than the Septim was, although Crimson doubted that. He knew enough about politics to know that a thrist for power did not make one a good leader.

He turned his attention back to the sky, just passing the time.