Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150820004043/@comment-29559990-20150820234533

Vordel lumbered out of the room, a wide array of bags occupying the area under his red eyes and his breath smelling of strong alcohol.

"H-Hey errybady," He slurred, stumbling fowards and taking a seat.

"Rough night, Strongest One?" Denon snickered, not being able to shake that image of a drunken Vordel getting pinned by the Argonian.

"Shut it," Vordel growled.