Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160307001231/@comment-5543592-20160309203851

When Nissa carried Talin away, Crimson stepped up, his uniform looking especially prim. He watched the Dunmer go, before turning to the Altmer.

"Welcome." The Redguard said to the Altmer lady in a deep baritone voice that anyone who actually knew him could pick out was totally not his. His eyes were wary, his face hard, looking wholy unlike himself.

"You may call me the Crimson Archer.  I am in charge of this band.  What is your purpose coming here?"