Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-25038310-20150209210823

Arnaud entered the stuffed inn, pushing himself through rough and bulky nords that towered above him. They were all glaring at the Breton, judgmentally, if he accidentally bumped into one.

After a while, he had reached the bar, where he ordered a simple cup of Alto wine, which he drank in a few mere sips. He had spotted a nightshade on various houses' doorsteps, which all called for the aid of the assassin. He didn't havee much tike, so he could most likely only accomplish one deed or job.