Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150510174752/@comment-24141785-20150513193830

''Have to sharpen my blade... getting a bit rusty''

Markus trudged his way through Skingrad, ignoring the downfall on rain that had been bestowed upon him. The tavern wasn't far... only a few more steps. Blood started to run down his arm.

Cuts are opening again...

He continued to trek until eventually sprinting towards the door.

Hope I have enough gold...

He barged open the door, slamming it shut. He looked up at the bartender, whom looked at him with a concerned face.

"You...ok?" The bartender asked as he scrubbed a nearby table. Markus didn't feel like chatting, and in all honesty, he didn't want to bother himself. He sat down in the nearby table, sighing as he finally relaxed.

"You don't look good."

"When did I ever..." Markus quickly replied, glaring at the bartender, "Just give me the usual." "Y'know Markus..." The bartender continued, "Your drinking yourself to death." Markus said nothing, staring down his cup. "You should go out in the world again..."

"For what? I died 3 years ago! I'M NOTHING." Markus snapped, throwing the cup at a nearby wall, "NOTHING BUT WORTHLESS TRASH!"

He heaved, looking around the room. He saw faces of innocent men and women who now looked terrified at the monster that was himself. He turned to the bartender, who looked scared to death.

"I'm... sorry." He hauled himself down and sank his head into the table.

Enough pain for one day...