Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-3293219-20140902224909

Azarath stepped out and was greeted by bickering, just what he needed. He carried a drum, under his arm and a coin purse around his waist, several swords of value were strapped to his back. The Dunmer marched over to the group, though he would have preferred to pretend that he hadn't seen them, hoping to remain indoors, waiting for the shitstorm to blow over.

He approached the group, seeing that Nadira was keeping out of the comflict...

"Everyone, calm your tits! Now, what's all the ruckus?"