Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5543592-20191024021953

"Stories 'uh what?" Scaldor grinned. "Spears smeared with shit?  Bosmer who'd fight naked, painted from chin te dick?  Cuts pieces off ye in fight te save fer later?  Lot'ov stories."

He stepped across Garran to Kashya and pulled off his jacket, setting it aside. He began to tear strips of cloth out of his shirt and wrapped Kashya's wounds in them as makeshift bandages.