Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-6006054-20150622004047

Uvaryl stood up. To oblivion with waiting on the tavern to lower prices. He had been wandering across Tamriel for the better part of the last year, and was going to eat when he felt like it, rather than when he could afford it, for once. Though he likely could afford it now. And, if it turned out he couldn't, he would keep his mouth shut about it until he had eaten. He had always managed to work out some form of debt induced servitude in the past for situations like these. He crossed the street, striding proudly towards the tavern. The less desperate he seemed, the less likely the tavernkeep would be to take advantage of what was likely the only dunmer in the city.