Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-6006054-20150623010633

Uvaryl finished his wine. He payed the gold he owed. He could count the amount of coins he had left on one hand. He was not going to be renting a room, it seemed. He would sleep outside. Sentinel seemed to have a warm enough climate, at least warm enough that he would not suffer frostbite or freeze to death. That was another thing the company had always had. Beds. He would linger in the tavern for some time, might as well stay indoors with a fire and tolerable chairs while he could.