Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190221011452/@comment-5543592-20190222235732

As they headed back towards town, they noticed a large force of people moving out of the town.

At first glance, it appeared to be a military force. There were thirty mounted riders in Orichalcum armor, loose Redguard clothes supplemented with Nordic furs, carrying spears, shields, and shortswords. Heavy infantry, those plated warriors they had seen outside the inn early, marched behind them, twenty of them. And behind the infantry was a contingent of thirty or so more bowmen.

But that wasn't all. Behind those soldiers rode a few oddballs that didn't match up with the small army. First among them was a company of Orc, about five or so men. Each of them were massive, not Cade or Graicus sized, but definitely approaching that. They were armored and armed to the teeth, each carrying a boar spear, crossbow, and wide-bladed sword. There armor looked otherworldly, a concoction of mismatched metal plates supplemented with animals bones and other trophies, but looked well cared for and tough.

After them were three more riders. One seemed to be a Greybeard of all things. A large, elderly Nord with the monasic robes of his order pulled tight against the cold. He was arguing with a middle-aged man who appeared to be a mage of some kind--he had dark hair, graying at the sides, and wore fine dark riding suit. It looked thick, probably reinforced against the cold.

And last, but certainly not least among the party, was Svieva. She rode alongside the Greybeard and mage, entertained by their argument.

"That is quite the sum of people." Cade observed the obvious, in typical fashion.