Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200115032614/@comment-5543592-20200117033606

"And such protection he is." Nyasia drawled, looking across the campsite to where Scaldor was. The Altmer was leaning against a tree, smoking. He was a rather poor bodyguard, Nyasia thought. The implicit threat of Scaldor only worked when her enemies knew what kind of monster he was. In a battle, he tended to do his own thing, over protecting her.