Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20200205003721/@comment-7262318-20200207174749

"We don't have a slogan," Vordel muttered.

"Heroes Guild, huh?" The captain said. "The milk-drinkers from Riften?"

"We're not Milk-Drinkers, bud," Hagen said. "If anythin', that title goes to the man who keeps lettin' the caravans get whacked,"

The Nord Captain bit his lip, anxious to have some sort of witty comeback, but none could come to his mind at the moment. In truth, he was as sore as anyone about these attacks, as they reflected his ability to lead quite poorly. And with the rather tumultous political situation, his job was among the least safest.

"Alright... well, there ain't much to note about these attacks. Just seems like the regular ol-" He said.

"Oh, you old fool," The mage now spoke up, rubbing her temples. "I do apologize for my colleagues... boorish introductions. What he means to be saying is we're uncertain of... what exactly this creature is."

She motioned for the group to come around the back of the wagon. "Come, come... if you mean well, then we will take all the help we can get..."