Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20161228185538

Marcus chuckles at the joke and caves in. "Ok, we'll move in, but hold fast Cynd don't move on them till say so. I want to see who they are first." Hound goes low to the ground, like a seasoned predator he moves with surprising stealth. Cynd and Hojnd move together for ten minutes, until the cave is in sight. Instead of bandits, they find a man and his son. The older gentleman has a bow slung over his back. Hound stands up out of the brush.

"Oi, you there! Who are you and what are you doing out here?" Marcus could tell this man was Zahmerian by his animal fur coat. A beautiful piece made from bear hide. The fur coloration a miss match of salt and pepper.

"My name is 'Blain' and this is my son, 'Lono'. We're hunting, or at least we were. I'll bet you scared off any potential catches when you shouted." Blain places his hand on his son's shoulder. The boy seem to be eighteen years of age, his facial hair patchy and colorless, still growing up. Marcus looks them both over.

"By the gods, are you alright?" Blain says looking at Cyndwella.