Jolmo
First Post
"Another one, she'd better not cause any trouble" Cagthail grumbles to his companions.
Cagthail strides purposefully through the bar, signalling for the others to follow. When he passes the elven guard, he says "They might need your help in there."
With a cut running across his arm, the remains of the restricting goo littering his body, and all the elements seeming to have ravaged across him, there is no hiding that he has been in a battle. Hopefully, with the others around him, the elf will be sensible enough to ignore that. Either way, he has no intention of stopping.
Cagthail strides purposefully through the bar, signalling for the others to follow. When he passes the elven guard, he says "They might need your help in there."
With a cut running across his arm, the remains of the restricting goo littering his body, and all the elements seeming to have ravaged across him, there is no hiding that he has been in a battle. Hopefully, with the others around him, the elf will be sensible enough to ignore that. Either way, he has no intention of stopping.