Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-5543592-20150613220025

Psychomantis108 wrote: 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... Mioshe was still reading quietly, his book held up in front of his face with one hand, and he lowered it when he heard the slam of metal on wood. More of a battle reflex than anything.

Mioshe widened his eyes at the massive Orc sitting in the middle of the inn and then glanced around, wondering if anyone else was as surprised as he was.