Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-25828117-20150406143213

Arik looked through the neck of his bottle of ale from afar, keeping his hand that held the bottle rested on the wooden table and with the mouth only tilted slightly towards him. His other hand he held behind his back, with the arm hanging over the toprail.

"Well... What now?" the reguard asked, slightly at a loss.