Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160102181048/@comment-32663439-20160103073545

Suddenly, the door of Dead Man's Drink slammed open, and a large argonian walked in. He hardly seemed to realize he probably just broke the handle of the door. He walked over to the bar and sat down.

"I need a whiskey, good sir," he said to the bartender, tossing a couple coins on the counter.

In Riverwood, a hooded girl was sitting in the shade of a tree, watching the passerbys quietly. She was so still it was almost menacing.