Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150320000159/@comment-5583506-20150325004037

Audiana smiled as usual. "I think I am perfectly fine here. I find that corpses tend to speak a lot more to me than the living do."

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"If... mylord insists", said Borgus and drank from the flagon.

He made a small burping sound and punched his chest a couple of times, coughing so hard that his double-chin jiggled. "Sorry, mylord", he coughed. "Wasn't perhaps the best we had to offer. Let me fetch an older brew."

As Borgus turned around and started to move towards the basement, he cast frightened glares at it, as if he feared that something would come crawling up from the hatch behind the counter.

He looked at his wife. She shook her head. Borgus lowered his gaze and instead went behind the counter and picked up an entirely different brew.

He approached Geralt with the most nervous smile the man had probably ever seen in his entire life.

"Here... here you go, sir."