Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191001220546/@comment-7262318-20191007135636

"Make-up spell..." The bartender didn't seem to believe that. Still, he was just a glorified peddler of beer to the miserable souls of Dawnstar, and she looked the part of the mage. What did he know?

"Lork! Get me two bowls'a stew," He called over to a short, pudgy man who nodded and scooted through the door behind the counter to fetch the stew.

"Sounds like a dumb spell," He muttered, going back to the previous conversation. "Got all that magic and you use it on make-up..."