Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150820044317/@comment-5614539-20150905105956

(Who's eyes are blue and beautiful?)

"The barman. Bring him to me. Now." The man growled. Alwyn walked down the stairs, with a sword strapped to his waist, a satchel across his shoulder and another bag in his hand. "Oh. You let them in. Why?" The robed man looked to him, and shouted, "He must know where the beast is!" The group of people ran after Dionysius, and he turned, running up the stairs after kicking the bags down behind him. The sound of a scuffle burst out upstairs, while one man stayed downstairs, guarding the patrons. Cyrus appeared out of the back room, sprinting at the man and smashing him off his feet with his hand-no, paw. His paw quickly shrunk back into a fist, and then they realised he was dressed in light scale-mail. "Quickly!" he hissed. "After me!" He picked up the bag with the other's stuff in it and disappeared into the night.