Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20150524231736/@comment-18750685-20150712163348

( Keyboardkiller, Keyboardlicker... I give everyone nicknames. )

Saren remained walled, unmoving, uncompromising. Strangers seldom inspired confidence in him. Old scars sang songs, some jovial, some funereal. Vath's past was no more an enticing tale than black widows cannibalising their mate. He inspected her.

''Young, obedient, easy on the eyes... she brings trouble.''

The grizzled Dunmer lowered his bow, but left an arrow at the ready.

"Do you know Thorgar?"