Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151110155038/@comment-24510587-20151208145334

Upstairs in the inn, a figure woke up. He got up out of his bed, chugged some ale from a flask on his night stand and slandered to the stairs, neglecting to put on his tunic. As he came downstairs, he looked at the bartender.

"More ale!" he yelled with a slurred voice. The bartender sighed and went to the cellar to fetch some more ale.

It was at this moment that the Breton noticed the group of travelers sitting at a table. They seemed different from the usual passerbys. Somehow, they didn't quite fit in. It was almost as if they were not part of the rest of the world.

"Well, would you look at this!" The Breton said. "Newcomers to play with! Good thing too, the usual people are so dull."