Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-12599067-20130924021538/@comment-12599067-20130929234803

When Makoru wakes up, he's next to a campfire. Tents made of fur and bed rolls make a camp of sorts. Makoru looks up, confused. His wound has been bandaged and he feel significantly better. He looks around for people, and spies a familiar face. A Khajiit with braided hair and gold rings around her ears looks down at him. She has leather armor and a katana at her side.

Makoru: "Kayzah?"

Kayzah: "Good morning, Makoru."

(Hey, Kayzah's a minor. Don't stress.)