Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20191114001656/@comment-7262318-20191114183840

"Hmph," Vordel said, heading back out of the forge. He would fetch the metal that needed fixing and bring it to Old Smith later. He barely acknowledged Ayane as he stepped around her.

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"Good," The Breton said, glancing at the Nord's torn up shoulders. Kaz was huddled against a tree, his clothes slighly torn where the Forsworn had grabbed at him.

"You held your own against there numbers. Impressive," He noted. "Ja'Keil, get them healed."

"Of course," Ja'Keil said, sliding off of his horse. The Khajiit was quite small. He was obviously an adult and fully grown, but he appeared to be only slightly taller than the average wood elf. He approached Smith first, and had to crane his neck up to look him in the eyes.

".... Could you, erm... kneel down for a moment?" He asked.

"Just what were you people doing out here? Traveling through Reachman lands in winter..." The High Elf sneered. "You got a deathwish?"