Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140908045553

"Now, now. What are we doing in good old Hammerfell?" Fel asked softly, suddenly appearing behind  the gunmen, clearly exhausted from a hard day's sprinting. "More of those strange weapons, but nothing too complex now." He added, almost to himself as he slit the nearest attacker's throat and grabbed his gun, relying on the information from the strange man he'd tortured in the woods of Skyrim to shoot several more in the chest.

This'd be more fun if I had a sweetroll...