Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150312045445/@comment-29458028-20150318075642

Raytheon turned back to riding for Riften. There was one type of enemy he hated fighting. Werewolves, since they had claws and were fast. While he could wrestle a werewolf even without his sword, using magic and brute strength, such encounters invariably resulted in split ends and scratches on his face. Split ends were bad enough, but scratches? That was a huge no no.

He was about to relax for a moment when a petite, red haired Breton Lady could be seen along the path. She seemed to be really, really eccentric, wearing only wisp wrappings as her top, with a skirt made of similar materials.

In her left hand was a massive scythe.

"Damnit, again, another battle. With someone who would enjoy scratching my pretty face off" commented Raytheon as he voluntarily dismounted.