Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140712122513/@comment-12599067-20140720171757

(Again, it's not like I don't try to be here.)

(About what? Something I can be of assistance with?)

The character who J'Skar's eyes landed on was not one he would forget anytime soon. He was dressed in a tattered and torn prisoner's garb, with long and incredibly messy hair obscuring his face. His wrists were chained to the wall in a way so that he could lean forwards, but not move his hands in any other direction. However, what stood out most was his right leg, which was not flesh but instead of iron that gleamed in the dim light of the torches.

The man turned his head in J'Skar's direction, and although his scraggly hair obscured much of his face, he could see that there was some kind of bandage over his eyes. The man cocked his head to one side, and J'Skar got the feeling that the man was regarding him somehow.

"Hello there," the man said in tone that was loud enough so that J'Skar could hear, but quiet enough that it didn't reverberate far beyond the Khajiit's earshot.