Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150722092936/@comment-3293219-20150722203320

"It's true! I am expendable!" The Breton protested, whilst the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder by the second.

"Oh for Malacath's Might, don't tell me you've gotten attatched to her already!" A female Orc voice interrupted, sighing heavily. She stopped just short of Zaydate, placing her hands on her hips and looking up. She was quite a young Orsimer with black hair that was formed into a ponytail. Her face was near flawless, which was unusual for a warrior, she didn't have any scars or any battle gained flaws.

She was of average height and had a quite muscular build, she'd probably have to be to take her place as the leader of this tribe.

She looked at Zaydate for a few moments before looking back to the Breton, she didn't look happy about her new 'catch.'

"Berhn, what the hell? You said there'd be ten of them!" She snapped, looking back up to the captured Argonian.

"All you got was one Argonian!"