Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150528101733/@comment-26103034-20150608200436

Cyrus walked up to the bartender, and asked "Could I have three bottles of mead please?"

He looked at Henrietta, and added "One of them quite strong." He nodded towards her. "She lost her... friend."

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"Ah. Do I still get my payment? She got away, but a little gold may... encourage me to try harder in the future."

Dru'ur didn't care who this man is, or why he wanted Henrietta dead, only about the gold. However, he did his best not to let it show.