Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150921221737/@comment-3293219-20150926224609

There were a dozen or so Nords pottering about the Bannered Mare, all of which could be described as 'young' and any of them could be archers. A dozen or so Nords glared at Zaydate, somewhat suspicious of her but they kept their prejudices subtle for now.

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"Smash my face in?" A voice called out, the voice was instantly identifiable as an old woman, a rather croaky voice, that resembled someone's insane grandmother.

"I'd love to see you do that with your cuffs on..."

The twisted creature slowly shambled out of the dark, revealing her grotesque form, her arms and legs were but a wired frame, looking quite frail, stretching out her pale skin. A thin bit of hair hung from her scalp, thinning to the point that it almost looked like she was bald as the light illuminated it and long spinderly fingers, with nails that resembled claws.

The Hagraven stood before them, examining them all as slowly as possible as she made her decision.

"Normally I can tell which ones are which from first glance but I thought I'd let someof you wake up before I made my decision."