Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160609223302/@comment-5543592-20160610013524

Scire gaped at where the Altmer lady used to be. "How that..." He pointed at the empty air, before giving up on trying to figure something out that was probably beyond him and rushed over to Hawke.

Crimson pursed his lips, before retrieving his sword and sliding it back into it's sheath. He was good, a master even, at sword-fighting, but he'd been told before that he'd never be the best. Such events like this hammered the point in.

"Well that was a right fun time.  We can all do it again next week.  I'll bring snakes, ahem, snacks." He adjusted his uniform. "Now if ya mindly excuse me, I've got ta make sure the body count wasn't too high." He whistled for his horse, which fell into step beside him, and the pair trotted off.