Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140905031758/@comment-768817-20140913181327

There were men, looming around the Arboretum, many Bosmer and Nords, all wearing some form of red. They made Zerial feel unsettled. A Breton sat by on a bench, by where the statue of Talos once stood. He beckoned Zerial towards him, his red scarf fluttering in the cold night wind.