Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191230031140/@comment-7262318-20200107015411

".... Perhaps."

The group was lead through the mostly empty fields of the farm, collecting some suspicious glares from the workers along the way. Most of them seemed to have the look ex-prisoners, as they regarded these colorfully dressed individuals armed to the teeth with great uncertainty.

"Hasib!" Halvar suddenly called out. Over by what appeared to be the worker's quarters, a man's head shot up. He was an aged Redguard, his beard tied into a knot and his greying hair pulled back into a pony tail.

"These fella's here want to have a talk with you," The nord said.

"A talk, huh?" The Redguard arched an eyebrow, his voice deep and gravelly. He rosed up off the ground and dusted off his trousers. "Alright... do I know any of you?"