Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-7262318-20190210185941

"Extremely," Alvoran nodded.

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The person standing behinnd the counter was an Orcish fellow, who looked like he had seen more than his fair share of battles. He had a scar at the base of his neck that travelled down into his chest, and past the neckline of his shirt. His nose was slightly crooked, probably the result of it being broken more than once.

It was quite out of place, to see such a burly Orc standing there in commoner clothes.

"Welcome to the Silver Blood Inn!" The Orc yelled loudly. "How can I help you?"