Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-5543592-20141116031944

Darach made a face of mock confusion, "Who?  Yeah, I know them.  What, are you the Emperor's son?  I hear he's a nice guy.  My father is, er, was the head of the Order of the Dragon twenty years ago.  It's in the name: I'm Darach Emrey." He summed it up for Faolan: "So, in reality we're from similar places.  Don't worry about it: I'll cover for you."

As Tomas was looking at the reflective Dwarven door, in it he saw a reflection of his back. His eyes widened at the violent scars that covered his back. There were dozens of them. He knew they were bad, but not that bad. He also knew they the amount of scars was a multiple of nine.

Tomas wrapped the towel around his waist and returned to his room, his outfit wrapped around his neck, so that the rest of it dangled down the front of his body. He noticed the girls and caught up with them.

"Hey." He said in greeting, falling in step with the girls.