Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150523213251/@comment-5583506-20150524231525

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: Scire hesitated. He honest to goodness felt sorry for this girl, and wanted to help her as best he could. Now that'd he'd gone this far with her, he felt honorbond. And the fact that she was attractive didn't hurt. "Do you need a place to stay?  I have plenty of food and water.  I wouldn't mind the company." He offered. "Uhm... If... if it's to no trouble for you?" she asked carefully, as if she was afraid that it would all be some cruel jest on his behalf.

Khemri smirked at the guard as he passed them by with his crew.; Rags, Fleabite and Scum. Rags was a brown Khajiit and had several miscoloured spots in his fur pattern. He wasn't anywhere near as muscular, or as imposing as Khemri. Yet the daggers he was carrying in his belt spoke for themselves that this cat could handle his own in combat. Fleabite was a female. She was sleek and nimble. Like Khemri she had her ears ripped; both of them. She was carrying a spear on her back and a whole set of poisons to coat its sharpened tip with in her belt. Scum was short, stout and burly. He had a such a low forehead that people couldn't help but wonder whether or not he could actually see something. But they refrained from laughing as they saw his spiked club and a pair of bear traps hanging over his shoulders. Only the Gods knew what he used to catch in their jaws.

The suspicious bunch were headed straight for the nearest inn, presumably to seek quarters for the night.