Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-5824038-20160213194245

Without waiting for them to speak, he man turned around. His face was that of an old Breton, and he looked at them with dark eyes. His robes were blue, and on the front they noticed a golden bird motif.

'Who are you?' asked Talyaras, slowly sliding the sabre from her belt.

'My name is Carador,' he answered. 'I have been waiting here for a few hours. Your lateness is understandable, given the curcumstances, but irritating nonetheless.'