Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-5543592-20191125233016

Sitting, Scaldor was still tall. Clodagh got an unpleasantly close look to the criss-crossing patchwork of his scars. It was as though he had been cut apart and stitched back together. He nodded discretely to Runaviel. "What do ye think of 'er?"