Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-2165692-20180426011658

Naerion and his crew followed the Redguard. Naerion kept his eyes straight forward, his eyes never drifting up, down or to either side, this alone was enough to frighten the untrained and gave him an air of unparalleled confidence. The First mater appeared to be more observant as his eyes slowly drifted to take note of any approaching threats. The remaining members of the crew were looking around, but were more interested in seeing the insides of the fort.

Jerod approached a miner "Excuse me, I'm looking for a group of Impostors, posing as members of the Nelthar Organization. They're looking for Headsman Zakhin. Have they passed through?"

Dursos' meatsuit remained still, as if in a trance. But the eyes still saw and the information relayed to Dursos, the sword in the meatsuit's belt. ''The redguard appears calm, hopefully none cares to approach either of us. if they approach him, then all hell breaks loose. If they approach me, well it clearly depends on their motives.''

''Hopefully this blank look is enough to nullify any attractiveness Elyzara might have had. Well, well. I remember this meat suit's name.''