Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160517214212/@comment-13615389-20160518222255

When he noticed someone returning to the table, Kelwyn's eyes widened and he began to panic. He hurriedly set the ale he'd stolen down onto someone else's table, and stepped through the crowd. He'd arrived for more than just a drink; he was hoping that perhaps someone was hiring mercenaries, or even just someone who was looking for a few oddjobs to be done. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice throuigh all of the chatter. He made his way through the crowd, shoving several others out of the way. Then he a familiar Altmer sitting with a stranger.

"H-hey! Aepoth!" The Reachman awkwardly stepped over towards his friend's table. He was constantly hunched over due to the heavy crossbow he wore on his back. It was very unbecoming of a man with such a small, delicate frame to carry such a weapon. Kelwyn almost tripped over a stool at the table when he'd gotten to it, but just awkwardly smiled and laughed towards the two in an attempt to draw attention off it. He sat down next to Aepoth and rythmically tapped his filthy hands on the table, all the while looking around and smiling. Without even asking, he grabbed the wine bottle at the table and drank striaght out of it instead of pouiring it into the glass. By the time he'd finished his long drink, the entire bottleneck was covered in some sort of grimy residue that had come out of Kelwyn's mouth.

"So Aepoth, what brings you here?" He crinkled his eyebrows towards Hythix, and gave him a look of suppressed disgust. "And... Who's, uh, who's-- who's your friend?"