Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20140111121041/@comment-768817-20140112204204

"I don't know what to say... I mean of course!" Vaz says "I can't say I'm the man I used to be, but I can still hold my own, and I'm still the best damn tracker in all of Tamriel." he says confidently. "Let me just gather my things, I've lived here for quite a while." after about ten minutes he emerged in batterd, red armor of Atmoran design, rusted along the trim, with a matching sword, and a matching helmet, which bares resemblence to a skull, held under his arm. It is obvious that once, long ago, this entire set was made for him. He says his final good byes to the bar keep and other regular patrons, then returns to Daron. "I think I'm ready to leave now." he says with a smile "My name's Vaz." he continues, extending an armored hand toward the Redguard.