Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-7262318-20171204223305

Varun was immediately tackled and subdued by about 4 or 5 militia men. He would not be moving under the weight of their steel armor anytime soon. From his position on the ground, he could see a few men gathered around a round table, staring at the subdued warrior with mild amusement or disgust. Hanging above the table was a flag that bore the emblem of a snake, curled and tongue sticking out.

"Just who, in the hell, are you to barge in here and start demanding me?" Someone growled. As he would see, the man in question was an argonian. He was of average build, with a narrow snout that made him resemble an Alligator more than the snake he was named for. The feathered hair was laid back, and a small row of horns keeping it in line. His beady eyes were locked firmly on Varun.

"Do you know what I could do to you, kid?" He snapped.