Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-13615389-20170608014911

Robin took a step back, partially because he was intimidated by the gargantuan Orcish warrior before him, and partially to avoid projectile saliva. Mostly the latter.

"Mhm!" Was the first thing the significantly smaller man managed to 'say' in response, followed by wiping his face off with his sleeve. "Some, uh... Some leftover brick dust-- But yeah, my mom always told me I had a hard head." He awkwardly lied as he opened the door to the inn. "I'd say you looked out of place here, but, well..." He scanned the myriad of mercenaries, mages, giants, and other assorted brutes sitting at their tables. "I'd be wrong." Robin stepped through and held the door for the Orsimer. "You sure you'll be able to fit through there?"