Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170914174248/@comment-24510587-20170919222633

"What do you need me for?" Mortimer asked, not to Sulvis or Ori, but instead to Lott. As he passed by, the stitchwork man made a point of glancing at the Meht-shaped scar on Sulvis' cheek, and made sure that the Dunmer could see him doing so.

(And now, it's time for... someone new)

The waitress down below was not met with Mortimer, as he was already inside, after all. However, a different figure did emerge from the crowd. It was a young man in his mid-twenties, his ash blonde hair swept to the side and his steely grey eyes belying a kind spirit. He wore elegant, if simple, robes without sleeves and leaned on a staff.

"Have you lost someone?" The man asked.