Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150701044851/@comment-5518614-20150703231859

"Uhhh..i'll do my best to fight you if I have to. You'll never take my money or my drink!" he said quietly, with a wink.

He walked around to the far left side of the bar, and flicked through his keys until he found the one he was looking for. He put it into a lock that was strangely placed on the floor, and turned it. He then pushed his foot against the floor, and a trapdoor swung open.

"Arrgh! You have bested me! Please don't kill me, take this ale instead," he jokingly said, pulling out a small keg from the trapdoor, and pouring it into three cup o' the Kings mugs. He handed them to the three, and stashed it back under the trapdoor.

"If, anyone asks, your just drinking cup o' the kings, right? And yeah, heatlands do make it better, but you didn't hear that from me"