Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-5543592-20150721030332

"Wouldn't mind it." Scire grumbled, wiping the blood from his upper lip. "I am in fine shape, very good shape some might say.  You fight like a Spider Daedra on troll's blood."

He reached up, gripped his nose, and with a loud crack popped it back into place. Not the first time he'd had to do that.

"Come on.  Let's gather this shit up and get back to the Breton."