Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-25038310-20150121130553

"Although, there's little chance of a cure.." He sad in himself.

The group arrived at the tavern. It was just about to close, but Alex, the old inn keeper opened the door when he noticed the familiar faces.

"Alex."

"Sander! Come in, come in! I just prepared a sweet and big bottle of the finst mead!"

"Not now. Listen, we need a place to stay for a few hours. Go home, alright? We have a sickly person with us, and I don't want to get you infected, Alright?"

Alex frowned, and then looked at Ada. His eyes widened, as he placed a hand in front of his mouth. He pointed at her, and then looked at Sander. "She.. She's a...-"

"Yes. And starved as well. I'd rather not she attack you, alright? Lock the door, give me your spare key, and go home."

Alex looked at Sander, sighing, he didn't have a good feeling about leaving his business, but he guessed he should. For his own safety. He handed Sander a rusty key, and left.

"We got the wole place for ourselves.." Sander said as Alex left. "Come in, everyone. Ada, take a room, change, smoke, drink, rest. Meledran, keep an eye on her.. Same goes for Levith. I'll go and keep an eye out."

With that, Sander sat on a comfortable chair, next to the window overlooking Daggerfall. He held his sniper rifle in his hands, and stared out of the window at the eery and silent night.