Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160524211446/@comment-5543592-20160530213900

"Well old man, see, that wasn't too much a hastle." Crimson said, guiding Lambert into the inn after Zaydate. He'd stopped off at the Keshik camp where he'd sent Lambert and Szeth just in case, and now the monk and servant were back in.

"Your booking wasn't disturbed at all." Crimson assured him.

"And my book- reading can continue now?" The monk asked in his characteristically gentle voice.

"Yeah, I'mma leave you alone, pops.  Go sit with the lizard lady and wait for the rest of the crew." Lambert nodded and shuffled across the room to Zaydate's table.

Crimson stood side by side with Szeth, the bald man was blankly staring ahead with those too-large eyes of his. The Archer stole a hesitant glance at him.

"Mate, you are all kinds of creepy." Crimson said.

Szeth glanced back, briefly, no expression flickering across his face, before he walked off.