Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20191029201024/@comment-5543592-20191103192834

A tall, muscular man of middle age, stepped into the room. The top of his head was shaved in a warrior's cut, the sides tattooed. His outfit looked expensive, mainly long, quality fabrics stitched under heavy furs.

"Why's this door open?" He muttered.

He dragged a chair over from the corner, to the side of the woman's bed, and sat in it. His feet came down directly in front of Kenshiv's face. "Thyra?" He took her limp hand. "Are you alright?"

The woman began to stir.