Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-17114085-20160820175229

(Alright.)

The Witcher put the flier in his pouch and headed to the nearest inn, he was a little worn out from his trip from Jerral. A warm fire and a good bottle of mead would do him well, though he hardly ever got drunk since he was more resistant to alchohol's effects than a normal person.