Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190221011452/@comment-5543592-20190223031246

The yurt quickly grew behind them, turning into large, comfortable structure. One of the Orsimer began to gather rocks and wood, to make the fire.

"Name's Yaden-Gal." The Orsimer introduced himself, blowing into his hands to warm them. He was an exceptionally ugly mer, his skin marred by scars and burns, stretched tight over toned muscle.