Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131214232302/@comment-5543592-20131219021834

Daithi shrugged, "Worth a try.  But..." He looked around at the bleeding, wounded group. Anwen wrapped in a bandage, Claudius out cold on the ground, Nahlgaaf coughing violently. He pulled his helmet off. It was dented in and blood was splattered on the inside. He felt around the top of his head. He pulled it back and looked at the blood covering his hand. "One, we need more supplies and to recover.  Two, how will this crowd of misfits pass for Thalmor party material?"