Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-6006054-20150622002033

Uvaryl leaned against a wall, and slid down into a sitting position. There was a tavern across the street from him. Hunger clawed lightly at him, but he ignored it. Many taverns grew cheaper as the night went on, and his coin pouch was far more starved than he was. Probably wouldn't help though. Tavern keepers kept trying to raise prices on him, thinking his ashlander accent and foreign background made him ignorant of fair pricing. He usually politely pointed out the strangely high prices, and they rapidly dropped down to, and often below, their usual value. He wondered if that trick would help him here. Sentinel was more cosmopolitan than many of his earlier stops, and tavern keepers here might be rich enough to not bother with squeezing a few extra coins out of him.