Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160517214212/@comment-13615389-20160518205953

After fishing through his pockets for a solid minute or so, and laying down a few coins on the counter in front of him, Kelwyn came to the realization that he couldn't afford the drink he'd asked for. He awkwardly looked up at the bartender, who stared back at him, nonplussed. "Eh... Well... I'll, uh, I'll be back in a moment, just let-- let me get settled in and, I'll come back... All my friends, I'll ask them what they want to... Order..." He was an odd looking man, excessively thin and frail looking. His clothes were in awful condition, torn and filthy. He scurried back over to his table, regarding the strangers in the tavern with a mixture of nervousness and disgust. He quickly swiped a bottle of ale off of the neighbouring table rather inconspicuously and took a hefty swig.