Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-5543592-20190902160828

"Daft old fucker." Scaldor muttered to himself.

Baldr, seeing the coast was more or less clear now, dismounted, and led the horses over. In the early sunlight, his golden armor was hard to look at. He was large, even for a Nord, almost aggressively so, and the glimmering combined with the antlers of his helm made him seem not quite human.

He tied the horses up to one of the standing stones and came to stand at Nyasia's flank. He was silent.