Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20160508124341/@comment-26103034-20160609213430

As they walked, they passed a board, nailed against the wall. On it, several small posters were stuck. Most writing was too small to read, but some bits could be seen.

A picture of a grey Khajiit, with blotchy black splodges around his eyes, drawn by a skilled artist, was in one corner, with "Warning," written below it, in large bold letters. Next to it, overlapping the bottom corner slightly, was a poster with, "Help needed:" and below it a subtitle - someone with sharp eyes could make out, "Strength or a good eye," in clear, sharp handwriting. On the other side of the board, another posted displayed the same handwriting, proclaiming, ''"Patrol the streets. Protect the cities." ''More posters advertised requests for helping hands, or for hard workers with experience on farms. One started, "Carts:" and after it, "Anywhere in Elsweyr," was crossed out, replaced with, "Riverhold; Skingrad; Bravil - quick!"

A robed Altmer glared at the pair with dark green eyes as they walked; behind him, a ginger Khajiit, in a ragged apron, was cautiously examining another Khajiit's wound, a blister on his arm, his dirty sleeve rolled up. To their left, a man was slumped on a table, mug in hand and an old sword at his side, against slightly rusted chainmail.