Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20190101214751/@comment-24510587-20190108221217

The naga seemed to think differently about that, dropping down, catching itself on its hands, and getting up onto its feet while brandishing a sword seemingly of Dunmer origin.

On the other side of the horse Kyris, Marr, and the Naga were stood next to, one of the Argonian caravan runners suddenly began to gargle. Anyone who bothered to look would see that his throat had been slit by another Naga, having sprung from the undergrowth.