Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24280666-20150204012919/@comment-5543592-20150204021713

"Another good fight, Lorcan." Said the man as he handed Lorcan a back of Septims.

Lorcan accepted the pouch. He went to retrieve his shirt from the edge of the ring, stepping over the unconscious body on the ground, and pulled it over his head. "Yeah, well, if you've got more where that came from, I'll fight."

"I know.  If one comes up, I'll call you.  You're my best fighter.  I'll see you around." The man said as Lorcan departed.

"Whatever." Muttered Lorcan, having already started walking away. He was hungry, and decide he'd go strangle an elk or something. He stalked off into the Forsworn infested wilderness, with no regard for his own safety.