Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-17114085-20160821130522

Rigel ignored the other patrons and headed to the bar. He had his hood up, hiding most of his face, but his bright wolf-like eyes shined under it as it caught the light. His medalian hung from his neck, which gave away his identity.

Off the corner of his eye he spotted two women of ashen hair. ''Witchers, both of them. They are too well build to be regular mortals.''

The barkeep looked at Rigel with a bit of fear, his armor an intimidating sight for the regular citizen. "What...What will you have?" he asked.

"Mead." Rigel replied and placed his gold pouch on the bar.