Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160301230548/@comment-5543592-20160306024106

"What's this smudge, then?" Crimson asked, rubbing his hand on the bark of the log he was on, staining his thumb, and then brushing it over Diana's nose to smear it brown just slightly.

(Sorry, he's from Hammerfell, so I always forget.)

He looked to glare at Hawke, then playfully wrinkled his nose at her. "At least some things are still right in this world." He retorted.