Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150917105001/@comment-29559990-20150919202732

Ja'Keil entered the tavern, and found himself a secluded corner in which he could base this operation. He casually glanced from patron to patron, analyzing the most optimal target. His search eventually led him to spot a nobleman, possibly imperial, sitting by the fire and laughing with a few friends.

''Imperial in Noble Clothes... Unkept hair... bottle in the right hand... lazy glaze of the eyes... and we got a target.''

Ja'Keil made his move, sweeping up a bottle nearby and messing his hair up a bit.

"Hey, you guys, hows the *hic* the fire?" Ja'Keil slurred, pulling off a drunken cat act. They easily bought it.