Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20160508124341/@comment-26103034-20160512171930

Tlaloc licked his lips, all 200 pounds of muscle on his body sprang into tension as he stalked around the encampment. Even though they didnt seem like current Thalmor one could never be to sure. Tlaloc visually changed as he approuched the Bosmer, having moving his position to appear to be coming from Thalmor controled lands, he whacked a long to make his presence, clear and hunched over appearing much more as a weary traveler rather than a great warrior as he looked up at the bosmer as though the first time and approuched with what might seem like a desperate haste. "Hera, itxura lino hona etortzen dira," said the Bosmer, grinning. The others got up, all put their hands on weapons or began to prepare spells.

"Hand over any valuables, pështyj shkallë," demanded the Bosmer, in heavily accented Tamrielic.