Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-11324811-20141101025850

After mulling over his thoughts and watching his companions go about their business in the market, Fried grew ever unsure of their motives. He was the only one their that even looked reminiscint of a typical mercenary. Then again, he was the only one with a crest on his clothes. He couldn't imagine the others being in it for just the money, save maybe the dull orc. Truth be told, he was scared of them. In four years of being a mercenary he'd learned a lot more than he thought he would.

He watched the three Nords - The local and the two other ones who looked like a couple, though it was dangerous to assume things these days. Attaching the coin purse to his belt and staggering to his feet - the shortened dai-katana on his back impeded movements like that - he began approaching the group by the stalls, announcing his presence with a simple, "Hello!"