Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160510171926/@comment-3293219-20160513211137

The bushes began to rustle as an elderly Khajiit stepped out, slowly stepping over to the young adventurers, clutching his stick, which was clearly used for more than deceration.

"Thank you for your help..." He said, his voice was dripping with sarcasm as he rolled his shoulders, it was obvious that he was incredibly old, due to his heigh, stature and the fact that his fur was grey.