Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-25828117-20150930132314

A nervous walk through the rather bleak looking streets of Bruma later, the king's nephew and his escort made it to an inn that looked respectable enough.

"The Jerall View Inn..." Alain read out loud, looking at the inn's shield hanging outside, the rusty metal chains creaking under the wind.

This prompted the nobleman to look to his side, but 'the view' the inn's title was alluding to was mostly lost in a thick cold fog. Alain didn't say anything about it though. Feeling that witticisms would not be appreciated at this time. And frankly, neither was he in any particular mood to do so.

Percival opened the door already and waited for his lord to step inside. Which Alain promptly did when he noticed the escort waiting at the threshold.

Inside, the inn was dimly lit by an iron chandelier whose wicks had almost completely melted into dripping stumps of wax. The faint fire-y light cast shivering shadows of the chandelier's metal work on the wooden lumber walls.

The counter, hearth (which didn't burn) and tables were completely deserted. Until a patron walked out of the doorway leading to, presumably, a kitchen or private quarters.

"Welcome, welcome!" He greeted sheepishly, quickly grabbing a napkin and dusting off the counter with some good elbow grace.

"It's been a while since someone passed through Bruma." the tall patron added.

Alain walked up to the counter, whilst gently pulling off his fine mole gloves.

"That's alright my dear fellow. We're looking for some accommodation for the night."

The Nord nodded:

"Certainly sir!... err just 'the night', Or will you stay a while longer?"

"Just the night." Percival made clear.

The patron's face couldn't help but show slight disappointment.

"Oh very well gentlemen. Follow me to your quarters."