Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-12599067-20140915004704

Volarano clenched his jaw behind his mouth covering, restraining himself from saying anything that he might regret. He was only barely able to suppress the instinct to pool magicka into one palm for fear that someone might notice, but he was tense and ready to start hurling lightning bolts at a moment's notice.

Morrigan, hidden behind the cowl of her cloak, tensed a little when she saw the elven warrior striding towards them. He may not have been wearing Daedric armor, but he was still plenty intimidating up close.

Eirik shifted nervously but said nothing.