Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-13615389-20170608050136

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: "Perhaps we can find him." Yaden suggested, seeming happy to help. "Do you know where'd he'd be?" Before Robin had the opportunity to reply, Vidic himself tore through the door to the inn in an uncharacteristically spectacular fashion. He was... Disturbed by what he'd seen at the party,despite having seen similar events throughout his life time. He never wanted to see another though. He ripped the epaulettes from his shoulders and abandoned them in the mob outside prior to his entrance, obviously irritated with having to wear them.

"Fancy seeing you here." Said Robin, arms crossed.

"City's gone to shite, I tell ye." Vidic dusted himself off. "Second worst wedding I've been to, without a doubt." Instead of elaborating, he drew a hip flask from his belt and took a long swig. Robin sighed.

"Did you get--" Vidic held up a finger, silencing Robin. After another six or so seconds, he withdrew his lips from the bottle with a satisfied sigh.

"Did I what?"

"Get what you came for."

"I did."

"Good, because you stiffed the the wagon driver and we're definitely not getting another with the condition this city is in."

"I sti-- Don't ye go feckin' pawnin' off yer responsibilities on me Holt, ye skinny prick." The Imperial retorted, sounding more offended by the accusation than truly angry.

"Look, that's besides the point right now." Robin explained with a sigh. "I'm sure you can explain to me what exactly happened later, but right now we need to decide if we're staying here or leaving before things get wo-- What happened to your coat?" He asked, his wandering gaze completely cutting off his train of thought.

"What happened to my-- Oh, fuckin' 'ell!" Vidic held up the stained tail coat, drenched with a dark brown gravy or grease of some kind. "I look like I've shat meself like some sort of fecking reprobate!" He took a moment to survey his surroundings, namely the other bar patrons. "Nevermind, half of this fecking pub looks and smells like they've been troddin' through a shitter." He then looked up to the towering figure of Yaden above them. "This big ol' bastard a friend of yours, Holt?"

"Oh, right, this is Yaden-Gal." Robin looked to Yaden. "And this is Vidic. The friend I was talking about."

Vidic extended a hand with a wide grin. "Evenin' Yaden. How the hell are ya?"