Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-3293219-20150613214144

Urak sat at his table, knocking back some more ale... How many pints had he had? Six? Bugger it, it didn't matter, what did matter was that the Orc had spent the whole day in this wattering hole and he wasn't even getting drunk.

He glanced over to his right, seeing an Altmer trying to get himself some Dunmer tail as he was instantly rejected. The Orsimer was slightly amused at this, smirking a little before returning back to his empty tankard.

I need to do something with today or I'm going to go crazy...