Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20181106045606/@comment-25828117-20181116145314

Graicus pushed the door open and was greeted by a narrow room with the counter running along the left-side wall. The rooms were covered in tapestries. Simple patterns mind, nothing too expensive. The room lacked any windows as far as Graicus could discern and was thus dimly lit with candles wherever they could be placed.

The gladiator walked up to the counter to speak with the innkeeper who seemed surprised to see new customers wander in at this hour. It became apparent he had been in the process of closing up and gave Graicus and Frasella a look that could only be described as a mixture between relief and annoyance. Relief that he finally got a customer no doubt, and annoyance by the ungodly hour they had presented themselves.

"One room for the night please." Graicus said straightforwardly.

The innkeeper who was an aging Imperial with a bald patch quite a bit further in its development than Graicus' receding hairline and a bushy brow to compensate did his best not to frown and be hospitable. He wiped off his hands on an apron that hung from a hook by the corner of the counter.

"Certainly! We have plenty of rooms available." The man said as he pointed up. He didn't say that by 'plenty' he meant 'two'. Three if you counted the one with the weird smell that could never completely be scrubbed clean after the little incident.

"Septims up front though."

Graicus sighed and practically burrowed into his purse to cough up what little gold he had.

"Here. That should be enough." He sighed.

The innkeeper in response, hastily put the pieces of gold behind his counter and wished them a good stay.

The room and everything in it was rather small. Almost like that was supposed to be novelty or gimmick. Alternatively it could've been a suitable Bosmer residence. While the bed was long enough to fit a high elf, it was a glorified single bed. Especially for a chunky boy like Graicus to fill it out.

In an effort to get the most out of what he paid for the gladiator tried lying down on the bed to hear the woodwork twist and groan under all 322 pounds that constituted him.

"Tch, I guess you get what you pay for." He sighed slightly annoyed.