Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170114210009/@comment-25870342-20170201133119

Auga doesn't even flinch at Calthor's words, instead adjusting a gauntlet.

"I was heading into the village that's northeast from here. I wanted to pick up some leather straps because my saddle straps were wearing down. As I got closer to the village, I heard something following me. I rode on for a while until a fox-human like being cut the straps on my saddle. I chased it into the woods on my horse until I encountered a large group of these beings, carrying a large amount of spoils from the village. It turns out I had been chasing the leader, and I killed one before I got the others rounded up. Then a human thief tried to defend them, showing honor that is uncommon among theives. Then the group scrambled and I couldn't catch them. That's all I know."

Auga crosses his arms, his armor clanking quietly as he looks back at Calthor with a relaxed demeanor.