Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-5583506-20170607034727

Torbjorn looked around for a brief moment to make sure that there wasn't any guards around, or anyone in fact who was able to recognise his scarred exterior. When he was certain that the swarming crowd was too preoccupied minding their own business, he took off his cloak and wrapped it around the boy to keep him warm.

Catryn didn't like it. It drew far too much attention to them. Something she expressed by giving the Nord a stern glare. He ignored her and began to escort the lad towards the group.

"Come with me", he said. "I know some people that might be of some help to you."

The Crimson Brigands, or the "Crimson Circus" as they pretended to be, were all very busy with distracting the guests with tricks and wonder. Shanks conjured up dancing orbs of green light, he took a sip from one of his bottles and breathed fire into the sky to the sound of people in awe. Meanwhile Tyrus was on the lookout for noblemen with fat purses he could easily claim when they were all too busy looking at what the circus could offer them.