Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140614015650/@comment-5543592-20140616235628

The group was lead to Legate's tent. He was standing over a map of the Great Forest, the county of Chorrol. He looked up as he heard the group enter. And also noticed they looked like they'd just fought a war.

"Felix, find them an encampent.  I want them to have rest, food, and wine." A legionnaire in the tent nodded and lead the group off towards the tents.

"Not you, Tribune." Said the Legate stopping Emrey.

"How in Oblivion does everyone know my name?" Complained the later.

"You've met Darius." Said the Legate with a nod to his captain. "Now do you want to tell me what happened down there?"

"Honestly,"  Said Emrey. "I don't even know the whole story.  I was in a chair being beaten up for the majority of the time.  And bit someone's nose off.  I can regal that for you, it was probably the highlight of my week."

"I'll pass.  Send someone over who does know, once you've had ample time to rest." The Legate turned to Darius once Emrey had followed the group.

"You're to watch them, and stay with them at all times." Ordered the Legate. "Preform admirably when we take Chorrol and we'll see to getting you a bigger office."