Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180423200044/@comment-7262318-20180511194349

"Ni Komeyt. The Thalmor do not bother," Shrol explained, resting on top of the word wall and letting his wings droop down. They were tattered and ripped, much of them were missing. "They do not bother sending men to die in battle with an old Dovah."

He smiled... at least, it looked like he was smiling. "You have come in the hopes of fighting them, then?"