Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-5543592-20150608210439

Lorcan watched the people go about their buisness, already so trusting of each other, and a certain smugness fell over his face. Anyone of these people could be off their rocker-  they all certainly had the apperance for it. Heavily armed, violent, dangerous. Then again, that was a description of Lorcan himself. So perhaps his opinion was invalid.

He went about salvaging what he could of his shirt. He knew none of these people. although he'd already taken a slight liking to Helena, for her prowess, and the Argonian for simply agreeing with him. It was refreshing to be near someone who shared his opinions.

Lorcan decided his shirt was pretty much done for, and elected to let it remain in rags.