Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180306200349/@comment-7262318-20180309011033

"I'm Alvoran," The boy said. He really was young to be out here on his own. From Marr's perspective, the Nord couldn't be more than 20. Still, he looked the part of an adventurer. A light but sturdy set of steel armor, a well-crafted swords on his belt, and an assortment of potions hanging from the belt and strap slung across his chest. He may look unexperienced, but his arsenal was well prepared.

"Alvoran Hjoliren. You can shorten that to Alv."