Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170912201340/@comment-27922119-20170913221655

Var-Zizaar had long since dried himself, having indulging of that pleasure by virtue of his urgency, frantically hastening himself to avoid meeting He-Who-Screeches and his pack of Cyrodilic pansies, a Hist-less bunch of Argonian deplorables, attempting to make a living at what they said they did best, which seemed to be psychological warfare, as far as Var-Zizaar was concerned.

After congratulating himself at his timing, he set aside some time to let himself dry, so to make a good first impression to his recruiter. Once catching wind of He-Who-Screeches’ approach, he briskly entered the Feed Bag, and cautiously began looking around, searching for one as enigmatic as himself.

