Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-30797179-20170116171938

Jonasien sighed a great sigh of relief as the creature ceased move. He stood upright, slightly at ease. Fixing his eyes on the Orc, he shuffled his sword arm. At the corner of his eye he spotted a figure, Jona turned to find it was a Nord, clad in rags and dirty clothes bearing a war axe a his side. Was it a friend, or another trick?

"Who goes there?" The captain called out to the man.