Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140923020743/@comment-5543592-20140923031947

The mercenaries were approaching the abandoned estate one by one. It was decrepite, no one had been inside in quite obviously a long time. Perhaps over a hundred years. Over the front door was the shield of the Camoran Dynasty. Standing outside, sitting in the back of an empty cart, with two horses hitched nearby, was a tall bosmer dressed in Mithril armor. He was playing with his bow as he watched the hirelings approach. He had several other bosmer with him. These warriors were armed with hunting bows and dressed in fur armor. The Mithril clad man, who was young and dark haired, watched for the approaching sellswords, clearly eager for their arrival.