Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160723005405/@comment-13615389-20160723030457

Ganlas was in the middle of regaling the party guests with a largely fabricated tale of his time in Morrowind, involving a prostitute, a ghostly Dwemeri ancestor of his, and about seventy-four cliff racer.s. Hadrian only entered earshot long enough to hear the story's conclusion.

"So then I, high as a kite, threw the whore off the third story balcony!" The crowd of nobles immediately burst into laughter, some genuine, some forced to get on his good side after hearing his overabundance of fancy titles. Of course, the majority of them were given to him by himself, and half of them were made up and didn't mean anything at all. "Course... She survived and turned me into the authorities... I-- I'm still dealing with the backlash of that, attempted murder charges and... It's a real shit-show, I'd rather not get into it..." Those closing remarks immediately killed the story for the audience, who became solemn once more. He turned as Hadrian tapped him excitedly. "And what can I do for you, my fine sir?"