Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-25038310-20140718194843

J'Tarz kindly grabbed the hand and shook it. He looked at the wings, abit surprised at first, but then smiled, not trying to look like he disgusted it, wich he didn't.

"  By the Skooma Cat, those are some pretty wings, little girl."

He turned back to Aurien.

" She's lucky not to have one of those... other mutations. And you're going to the Imperial City? There have to be alot of dangers there. No doubt other people had the same idea as you.. I might check out the place myself, for a petty scavenger like me there's bound to be something useful there. I'm thinking of heading North after that, because a scaveneger's job never stops... little girl, you should stop telling yourself you're a freak, sicne you might actually end up believing it. There are far worser things out there than just having a pair of wings, don't you think? And J'Tarz is not referring to mutants. "

He sat down outside the cabin and put his sniper rifle next to him.

"I'll keep watch for the night. You two should start sleeping. We're bound to leave early tomorrow, J'Tarz does not doubt that. "