Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-5543592-20170608013912

A large Orsimer who seemed to nearly be as wide as he was tall stood behind Robin. The arms of his Orcish armor were missing to accomodate oversized biceps, and his helmet, which hung from a ring at his waist, could've fit a human child. His face was like a square in shape, and seemed to double as armor at times, given the amount of burns and scarring on it, but nothing too grevious that he was disfigured. A spear was strapped across his back, a crossbow hung from a sling under his shoulder, and dagger fit to be a butcher's cleaver was sheathed at his waist.

"Ha!  You've got a hard head!  That's good!" Every word was practically shouted directly into Robin's face, and with a fair amount of spit as well. The tusks protruding from his lower jaw were seemed to make it difficult for him to close his mouth all the way. "Plenty to be proud about in a hard head!"

Taeris quirked a smile. "Which is why you'll need me."