Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20160530212729/@comment-13615389-20160531031246

Edgar detested what he was about to, staring down the threshold to a bar of ill-repute. The tavern was called The Cask and Flask, known widely as a wretched hive of scum. He hesitantly opened the door to the old building and almost immediately regretted it upon peering inside. The smells were nauseating, and Edgar retched in response. The grimy patrons looked up to him, giving a uninterest before resuming their activities. He knew he didn't belong here, with these lesser men. Even as a child, Edgar never played with the other children because he knew he was too good for them. As much as it pained him to say it, however, it was the only place he could afford. He walked through the tavern sheepishly, pulling a stool out and sitting at the bar. His eyes idly followed a fly scurrying across the counter as he awaited the barman to attend him.

"Yes, waiter!" He said, catching his attention, "I would like to sample... The... Your cheapest drink, please.