Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151108031009

Zir'Khan was far outside the bazaar district, so the shop he entered wasn't the nicest place, but it seemed to be doing well enough. An elderly man sat on a stool in the center of the room, polishing a shoe as Zir'Khan entered.

He looked concerned as he glanced up at the burly Khajiit. "Can I help you?"

"Well if I didn't care I wouldn't have asked." The speaker sounded amused. "But, if you're determined to sit there and slowly compile what is probably the shittest-tasting-mug-of-ale-ever without conversation, I won't stop you."