Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-5583506-20170611014750

There seemed to be all sorts of people at the temporary camp. Cloaked scoundrels; beggars, thieves, rogues and cutthroats. Fire eaters, illusionists, fortune-tellers, snake oil men and knife throwers. Men and women who seemed to make a living of just extorting and scamming the rich, pompous folk.

Yet with their mischievous and sometimes whimsical appearance, there was no denying it that these people were dangerous.

"Hold up there!" a long-haired Imperial commanded. Clad in green leather armor, presumably to blend in better with the forest, he approached them from behind with a drawn bow. "City folk or just lost wanderers?"

"Or nobility?" a Khajiit in a black robe with hood said suggestively with a deadly grin.

"There's that as well", shrugged the Imperial.