Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170627100116/@comment-19164168-20170701160950

Evrain wanted to roll his eyes and smack the gossipers with a folded map, but refrained from doing so and simply headed for the local Inn with Amaryllis, and hoped that she would not hit him once they had a room.

Inside the Inn, there were many customers relaxing as they drank ice-cold root beer, which sold like free gold at the Inn after a hard day's work.