Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160728174843/@comment-24760123-20160731071129

"Make that two."

The Bartender placed the bottles on the counter, just as Darius and Aryon walked in.

"Ah, what brings you to Windhelm, old man?" The bartender asked Darius, who smiled.

"Equipment, and saving the world, again."

"Again?" The bartender's eyes widened. "O-oh. Forgive me, your Excellency." He bowed, whispering.

"Hnn, You are forgiven. And do keep referring to me as 'old man'. People treat me better that way."