Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20180314143738/@comment-24530992-20180316184621

Vincent watched the Dunmer walk off. "Odd," he muttered to himself. He took his empty bottle from his table and sat at the very end of the counter, pulling out another bag of coin for another bottle. The alcohol was quite watered down compared to the fine wines and liquor they produced in High Rock and Hammerfell, but he had not much of a choice but to leave it behind since he wanted to travel lightly across Skyrim. Minimizing his trail was the best way to keep anyone looking out for him off of his trail.