Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-3293219-20140902153346

Nadira went in first, readying an arrow but she couldn't help but lower it at the sight of what she could see.

Surrounded by four or five bandits was a Nord in steel armour, he looked like he could arm wrestle a mountain. He had long, brown, unwashed hair and dull blind eyes and several scratches across his face from where he had been in plenty of fights, he stood at the center of the camp, gripping his steel war axe and looking more than a little frustrated with the situation.

"Few sheep have made it to the den of the mighty wolf and none have managed to slay him, I suggest turning over everything that you're carrying and leaving before we have you butchered and fed to the dogs." He said, in such a civilized way.