Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-5543592-20151224012558

Girth disappeared, and after about ten minutes, there was a thumping of hooves as three riders approached the camp. The horses charged in at a dead sprint, and for a second it almost looked like the group was under attack, but then they broke off, circling the camp fire. Two of the horses were brown stallions, but one was different. It was a horse with perfect white hair and a massive, powerful body. On it's back rode a man dressed in red, with a flowing blood-red cloak, and clad in a black and crimson uniform. On his face was an affixed mask, the only bit of skin visable the skin around his right eye and cheek. The visible flesh was a rich mahogany color, like someone had taken a dark-colored tree and give it life.

The Man in Red leapt down from his horse as it made it's second full circle of the camp, the horse coming to a stop the instant it's rider left it's back. The other two horse riders came to a stop too, although they remained mounted. Their faces were visible, although one was an Imperial, the other a Bosmer, neither of them Girth.

"Alright." The Man in Red began, clapping his hands, and looking Talin straight on. "You wanted to talk.  Talk."