Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181218223832/@comment-5543592-20181230163224

The Redguard sat in the common room of the inn, admiring flesh that was healthy, alive, and noticably not burned. He closed his hand into a fist, and laid his arms on the table.

He was here, in repair, at the behest of those who had betrayed him. A great rage welled up in him, and he had the sudden urge to hurt someone, but he forced it down as quickly as it came.