Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181210221445/@comment-24510587-20181211030403

Bloodskal had resigned himself to a secluded room. Vordel found him sitting on the floor with his back turned to the door. Interestingly, his hood was down, and that intimidating mask that always covered his visage was lying on the floor next to him. Vordel was looking at the back of a shaved head, the skin a shade of grey somewhat paler than a typical Dark Elf's. The right of his two long ears was slightly mutilated, the tip having been crooked by some sort of injury.