Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200115032614/@comment-5543592-20200118042234

The boy was looking away and when he saw Lysilde he jumped, as did one of the farmers--he was elderly and hunchbacked. The other farmer, a stocky, tall man did not react. Neither did the Dawnguard, his helmet turning infractionally in her direction. He was of midling height and broad, perhaps very muscular, but it was impossible to tell in his layers of armor.

"Evening," the stocky farmer said wearily, holding his torch out to get a look at Lysilde. "How goes it?"