Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160218224245/@comment-5543592-20160218224814

As the group pressed on, they could easily hear shouting up ahead. It took a moment or two to realize that the shouting was in fact some poor louts attempt at singing.

♩Mickey Maloney he raised his head, When a bottle of whiskey flew at him, It missed him falling on the bed, The liquor scattered over Tim, Tim revives see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed, Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead?♩

As they drew closer, the singing voices were revealed to be a trio of men around a burned out campfire, all with bottles of liquor in their hands. They were dressed in crimson colored uniforms, with leather jerkins across thier chests, and patches on their shoulders that had the black stitching on brown leather of a bow and horse overlapping one another. These were clear members of the Keshik, the band of mercenaries who were in technical employment of the group.