Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-5543592-20150620185143

Tiberius plopped down in a stool right next to Arngrim, oblivious to either his or Elda's internal gatherings.

"Hey, can I get something to drink?  Not too heavy." He told the inn-keeper. When she had gone of to get his beverage, Tiberius passed the time by whistling and drumming the counter with his fingers.