Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-6006054-20150622014030

Uvaryl found himself an empty table. He unslung his shield leaned it against a table leg. It was hard to sit comfortably in chairs with a kite shield on your back. A wench, or maybe the inkeeper, Uvaryl truly did not care, came up and asked him what he would like. He ordered a meal, somewhat of a large one. Thankfully, it did not seem they charged upfront. Equally thankfully, it seemed he could afford his meal, and maybe a drink or two. He would have to be careful not to go on any sort of binge, otherwise he would likely wake up with a terrible hangover and an even more terrible tab to repay. He missed the company, in some ways. There had always been food, always been drink, always been pay, and always been companionship. But so much for the companionship. They had been false friends, they had left him to rot and die. It surprised him that he was still so bitter over the betrayal.