Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140928161954/@comment-12599067-20141004002727

Dralnach was not far behind Zanir, his axe in hand as he silently slipped through the undergrowth along with his comrades. In his armor of furs and leathers, an untrained eye might easily suspect him to be a wild animal of some kind, if they were able to spot him.

Ma'Jharo was having a slightly more difficult time. He was in some pretty tough but also rather heavy armor, making his attempts to be light-footed more or less futile. His massive scimitar, which glinted dangerous but also rather noticeably whenver the sunlight hit it, didn't really help matters, but Ma'Jharo did his best to stay undetected as the group crept onwards.