Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20140923224129/@comment-29559990-20140928005917

The mother of the child scrambled up to the group and scooped up the boy in her arms and retreated to a safe distance, unsure of whom she should be angry at; The Mercenaries or her boy.

Meanwhile, Andol grabbed Oppus by the collar. "Are you mad?" He whispered through gritted teeth. "If you lay a hand on another civilian, then by Akatosh, I will cut your damn head off and pay a courier to deliver it to the worst shit-hole he can find."

Andol released the Imperial, and the group marched through the main gate and down to the stables, where a carriage was awaiting them. At the helm was a small man who was also dawning the imperial armor. This would be they're transportation to Rorikstead.

Soon after they loaded up onto the carriage, Andol gave the order. "Auxillary! lets move out!" He cried. The Auxillary took hold of the reigns, and the carriage began moving.

(Time for some character development, if anyone feels like it XD)