Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20160806191538/@comment-5320677-20160807005320

Scratch nodded, and picked up her rifle that was leaning against her stool, she racked the action and checked the sights "Follow me please"

She led them up to the leaders house, and knocked on the door "Oi! Pyramus! I've got some Dunmer here wants a word with you!" A bleary eyed older man with a prosthetic leg opened the door "What d'you want, cannae you see I'm tryin' to rest?"