Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-12599067-20140113004401

(And that's what I get for looking at web comics while I'm GMing.)

"Magnon?" Makoru finally asked, still somewhat disbelieving that Magnon had tracked them down to the marsh.

"Yes, Mak. Has it really been so long that you don't recognize your old friend?"

Makoru took a moment to note that Magnon was wearing a new set of armor, made of bloodred leather and having the appearance of assassin's garbs. "Might I ask what in Oblivion you're wearing? And what are you doing down here?"

"Really, Mak, I'd have thought you'd recognize this armor. After all, Seline used to wear it all the time before she became head of the Scars," Magnon mused, looking down at Makoru's puzzled face with a look of exasperation. "C'mon, dumbass. I'm one of the Crimson Scars now. I gotta make money somehow," he explained. "And one of my duties is to follow the current leader's orders without question. Seline sent me to fetch the two of you and bring you to the new headquarters. Pretty nice place, actually."

"Seline already knows we're here?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Mak. You made a campfire in the middle of a marsh that is mostly uninhabited, for starters. That, and the two of you are about as stealthy as a parade. No offense, Mak," Magnon offered. "Now if you'd be cooperative and follow me, there's a chance I won't have to flay you alive," he said rather cheerily, hopping down from his tree and waving for them to follow.