Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150116143746/@comment-5614539-20150118022036

Eragon walked into the tavern in Kynesgrove, vicious cuts up his arms and legs, some having gone septic. He was beaten up, cut up, and in pain, but the group of Tsacesi that attacked him were worse off. If anyone were to come across the scene of the fight, they would come across a pile ofcorpses, with clean cuts that leaked bit with blood. Eragon, in a rasping, tired voice, said to the innkeeper, "Where is the nearest city? And can I have lodgings for the night, and several magicka potions?" He coughed for a few seconds.