Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160627235602/@comment-5543592-20160707225557

Crimson glanced down over his shoulder, where the Dunmer lay in a heap.

He cleared his throat. "Slipped.  It's humid in here--out here--my grip wasn't too good, none ov' my fault." He said, picking Nissa up again, checking to make sure their weren't any lumps on her head or anything as he heaved her up onto his shoulder.