Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160128011802/@comment-24141785-20160128202954

Gabriel flung on some clothes, making his way out the room and down the stairs. His hair was messy and scruffy, and he looked as if he was exhilarated, yet exhausted.

I missed this, all these years...

The Breton made his way towards the bartender, keeping his head down. Placing a bag of septims on the counter, he sighed.

"I'll take two wines: diluted."

"That the way you treat your Uncle?"

The Breton looked up, seeing the figure of his uncle: the last person of family he ever saw. Stuttering back, he glared at the man.

"How.... How is that possible!?" He snapped, realising something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you, kid? I was being nice..." Came a new and accented voice, "I was giving you a discount."

Gabriel was no longer looking at his uncle, but a Bosmer, glaring angrily back at him. He whisked the drinks away, obviously looking distraught and confused.