Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140623222942/@comment-3293219-20140628222808

"Y-You poor thing!" The Redguard woman stammered, genuinely shocked as she stood up and began to pour tea out.

"Probably hill tribes..." The Son suggested, looking back to his old man.

"They've been hitting the caravans hard, since they figured what one was, a few months back." He brought the paper back to his face, shaking it and straightening it. A piece had been torn out of it, a squared chunk, out of the bottom right hand corner...

"Were you followed?" The Man asked, his wife looked over her shoulder and glared at him.

"What? We can't be too careful..."