Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170817084409/@comment-17114085-20170817194820

"Ysmirson!" Ralof called out to Rigmor when he approached the group.

Rigmor thought the man looked familiar, he had seen him in his youth at one point. It was the armor, however, that gave his identity away. "Stormblade Ralof."

Ralof was in his late 50s, his hair was gray and his face had numerous wrinkles. Though as a warrior he still maintained a toned and muscular body. "I am glad that you came when you did, managed to turn this battle quickly. Hopefully that was enough, but we need to hurry. The Falmer attacked just as High Queen Ursine was riding up the road with her escort, she wasn't able to get to Helgen before they came."

"What? Ursine was out here?!" Rigmor looked around, seeing if he could spot the High Queen amidst the fighting. He wasn't successful.

"Aye, so she is in serious danger. We must find her with haste else we risk her being gravely injured." Ralof pointed out.