Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160614222410/@comment-5543592-20160616211419

Crimson stepped in beside Miri, adjusting his uniform by the front of it.

"Trade mission, huh?  I like the sound of that.  I do look right trade worthy, if I might say so."

The comparsion of height between Miri and him was comical, she a solid foot taller than he, but Crimson broader across the shoulders. He stood out like a sore them, his dark skin like a spot of ink on a clean page of parchment, the pale-looking elves around him being the whiteness of the metaphorical paper.

"So, is there like a secret passphrase ya Altmer use around here?  I'm not too familar with the ver-nac-u-lar of elves.  I'm tryin' ta blend in, ya see."