Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170813151003/@comment-5543592-20190605004528

The bright light cast shadows over the Dunmer, illunimating the stark lines of his bony face, it's scars and tattoos. This was a warrior, or had been in his youth.

"With those swine?" The Dunmer scoffed. "Please.  Most of them are hardly worth my attention.  And the ones that are waste my time.  Believe me, boy, at my age you care little for such things.  You care little for anything at all, parties least of them.  No... but I can appreciate honesty words.  Something I won't find there."