Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-5583506-20160201045049

"This whole ordeal has... has nothing to do with Outsiders of any kind", grumbled a drunkard by a secluded table not far from where the remainder of the Outsiders were sitting.

People were barely able to make out what he was saying, but he was making a scene, so it was almost impossible to ignore him.

"This here", he continued and motioned with his hands as if to put more emphasis on his words. "This here is a punishment from the Gods themselves!" he declared. "How else can you describe this event?! Open your eyes, people! Kilkreath fell because the last days of mankind are upon us! Drink up and celebrate while you still can, for the Gods will bring their full wrath upon us all in due time! The Beasts are this world's new masters, and we are all but maggots writhing in the dirt!"

The innskeeper approached the drunkard and grabbed a hold of his collar. "Aye, this'ere thinks yeh have'ad to much to drink. Besides, yah're scarin' mah customers!"

The drunkard was dragged out from the inn, but he was still rambling even as he went.