Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-24530992-20191117232240

Rialor, fidgeting with the straps on the sheath of his dagger, looked around anxiously as he waited for the Sentinel to order their food. He felt anxious around all of these people, noticeably so, before his eyes stopped on the Bosmer.

"What are you lookin' at?" He asked, wary of his intentions.