Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160602184114/@comment-5583506-20160620212104

"Boss?" Sibern seemed to be amused. "You still have to learn whom your subordinates are, chief."

Inside the inn there seemed to be plenty of action going around. Sailors, pirates and traders were relaxed by the round tables, happily drinking down the contents of their flagons and occasionally slapping a passing barmaid on the behind, followed by raunchy laughters and inappropriate comments.

Anhjari felt it like stepping into a wave of heat and filth. The air seemed to be filled with a mix of different aromas. Freshly baked bread, foaming ale, recent vomits, salt and sweat.

The innkeeper; a middle-aged Dunmer woman with a blouse that was clearly designed to make sure that every needy sailor got a good look of her ample bosom, approached the group with a tender smile.

"Welcome, welcome, dear friends", she cooed. "How may I be of service?"