Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180430230012/@comment-24510587-20180502155242

"Moss doesn't have a brain and thus isn't a reliable source," Marr shrugged as he opened the door and stepped inside. The inn in question was clearly quite well off - it was on one of Cyrodiil's most important roads, after all. An ageing, somewhat overweight Imperial with grey mutton chops nodded at them welcomingly from behind the bar as they entered. The patrons didn't pay them a whole lot of mind, save for some occasional glances at the more unique looking ones among them - meaning Kyris with her pink hair, Moira with her white hair and respirator, and the young Nord in his dragon priest robes.