Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151205183208/@comment-29559990-20151205232909

"Z, now you know I'm just..."

"Vordel?" Came a low, almost intimidated voice.

Vordel slowly spun around, as he vaguely recognized the voice. Before him stood a small, brown Argonian in a blue robe and a set of horns darting out of the back of his skull. He had come to refill refreshments for he and a friend of his.

"Utahsi!!" The Dunmer exclaimed, leaping from his chair and wrapping the Argonian in a massive bearhug before he slung him around like a ragdoll. "How the hell you doin, man?"

"Currently... getting, strangled," He wheezed, prompting Vordel to drop the Argonian.

"Sorry..." He laughed. "Holy shit, you grew up," He commented. The last time he had seen him, he was a few inches shorter. And the Horns on the back of his head were just tiny nubs.