Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-24736819-20161129011619

(Do my eyes deceive me? Is that the return of the Great Mobama?!)

Carden spent the entire evening playing and singing at the Inn and when the moon was at its highest, he stopped.

"Mug of ale, friend. I need to water my pipes after spending the whole evening entertaining you folks.", the bard chuckled and so did the barkeep.

"I suppose there are some who still want to be entertained by you, Carden.", he replied, pointing towards two well-dressed women by the bar and placing the mug of ale in front of the bard, "It's on them."

The halfgod smirked and raised his mug towards the ladies, drinking a sip before heading towards the duo.

"Hello, ladies.", he greeted them.

The man seemed lonely, sick and lonely, so naturally Almo decided it would be best to avoid him... Unfortunately, the older man didn't agreed and stood still in the middle of the road.

"C'mon, sir.", Almo halted the carriage, "You are in the middle of the road."

"Could you...cof, cof... could you gimme a lift, son? My old legs are not what they once were...", the man wasn't all that old, truth be told, but he did look horrible. Pale and sickly looking, as if he had just survived a plague.

"Sorry, mister, but I've been paid to take this all to Helgen. Supplies to the Jarl and I can't show up there with a plus one.", the man sickened Almo and he'd say just about anything to get out of there.

"Supplies to the Jarl? Cof, cof...Interesting indeed. Well, thanks for exchanging a few words with a tired soul, then... Suppose that is the best I could hope.", the sickly man coughed and in a speed that Almo didn't expected to see, the bearded fellow grabbed the carriage driver's hands for a few moments.

"May the Gods bless you, son. Good luck in your journeys.", Panmoneius smiled as the carriage darted away, carrying now a most generous gift from Peryite.