Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151209203133/@comment-6006054-20151219002736

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:

"Well," Hlaalu said, as the meal was set out. Some kind of western delicacy. "This looks excellent.  Give my compliments to Yafreem."

The server nodded, a long twisting scar that went from his cheekbone down along his jaw to his chin catching the light as he lifted his bowed head. You didn't get a scar like that from serving food. The man was also well built, defined, powerful muscles tight against his sever's clothes.

Hlaalu paid it no attention. Perhaps he had given the serf the scar himself. Perhaps the man was a transport in from a plantation. Regardless, he dug into his food without much ado. Malcrus had his own theories about the scarred man. He was a fighter, maybe a rebel. A serf who thought taking up arms would somehow allow him to overcome his natural betters. A serf who had been put in his place. Malcrus ate.