Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131028035351/@comment-768817-20131030021604

Hallinor sat with a sabercat pelt draped over his shoulders, held tight on him with one hand that also held his cane, he leaned back, proping himself up with his other hand. He looked grimly at the mutilated pile of flesh that was once an Altmer. "How long had you been traveling with him?" Hallinor asked.