Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141107052724/@comment-25327264-20141108073656

Tavion, depite feeling drunk, had enough sense to decline the offer, instead pointing the noble to the whorehouse down the street with a purse full of septims.

The left the city and moved to Dragons Bridge. There they drunk eight rounds of strong nord mead, the best they had tasted since college. "By Ysmir this is good!"