Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170225142449/@comment-3293219-20170225160949

"No, not really... Most people get up early to work the fields." Grekial shrugged, pulling a bottle of Tamika from under the counter and pouring it into a cup.

"I don't mind though, I think of it as the calm before the storm." He explained, lifting the top of his pot and reaching inside, pulling some leak and onion soup out of it and pouring it into a bowl.

"Here, house Soup." He said, somewhat lifelessly as he shuffled over to the counter. The Argonian walked kind of oddly as if he was infirmed in some way...

"That'll be... ten gold, I think."