Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-5583506-20150701030015

"Gods", murmured Elda at the sight of Ragnar's chest. "Were you born in a sawmill or something?"

She then glared at Tiberius. "Shirt and tunic off, unless you want me to paint your face red instead. The mark of the serf."