Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150323035824/@comment-11457306-20150325012249

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:  Pris was stopped about a mile from Bruma by a patrol of guards. They wore ragtag armor and had a bizarre assortment of weapons distributed among them, from crossbows to daggers.

"Halt!'  The lead one called, clad in banded iron armor with an ajoining helmet.  "Who goes there? Declare yourself!" Pris stood straight and tall before them, her staff resting on the ground in a non-threatening position.  Her long red hair was ruffled slightly by the breeze, revealing long slender ear tips, the only clue that she was anything other than Nord.  She gazed at them calmly with bright green eyes.

"I am Pris.  I am a traveler, friend.  I bear you no malice nor do I make any threat." Yet.