Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-24274106-20140630002420

Havitt sat quietly in the cart. He was paying very close attention to the other prisoners, looking for weaknesses, strengths, and the like. His eyes darted left to right, up to down, when he noticed a smell. ''That Redguard, he has the smell of a Werewolf.. At least I won't be entirely alone. I wonder what that fat lizard is, probably some kind of Argonian. Damn, that Dummer sure is fine, for an elf.''