Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-24736819-20161201234136

Carden finished his mug of mead and turned around, finally facing the other customers of the Bannered Mare.

"Someone is trying to kill me.", he spoke to himself, "Someone smart enough to know a few of my weaknesses and to play this little game in exploring them."

The bard carefully analyzed the people around him and no one stood up as particularly suspicious.

"I wonder why, though... Was it because of who I am or because of what I am? Hmm...", he continued.

"What was that, mr. Carden?", apparently the blonde woman left the tavern and now the Innkeeper decided to pay attention to the blonde bard.

"Nothing my good man, just practicing my rhetoric.", the halfgod said, dismissively.

"Your what?!", the man sounded confused.

"My rhetoric, you know? The art of persuasion through words, written or spoken... in my case, I was practicing the spoken kind.", Carden explained, although quite sure that the barkeep wouldn’t understand.

"Sounds like gibberish to me, sir. The purest form of it...heh.", the befuddled nord joked and scratched his head, serving another mug of mead just to shut the bard up, "Well, I'm being called...so, good luck with your rectum or whatever."

"My rec...?", he couldn't help but to laugh...but only until he finally spotted what had been bothering him all that time he sat there thinking.

How could he had missed it before?