Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150409160545/@comment-24736819-20150415021337

(Alright, then...)

Balin feasted like no one at the Inn had ever seen before and that made the owners extremely happy, since the big man would pay for each of the several plates he asked.

"That was very pleasant, my good sir.", Balin complimented the cook, who insisted to meet such a good customer.

"That was nothing, milord...I barely had the right ingredients to cook them properly.", the cook replied. He was a rather muscular cook and his tanned skin gave away his province of origin, Hammerfel.

"Tell me, what is your name, cook?", Balin got up from his chair, amazingly sober...which was impressive since the amount of mead he drank could make any man inebriated.

"Rakhr, milord.", the redguard said, bowing unsure of what was coming next.

"Very well, Rakhr, in the morning you shall join us traveling to the village nearby where our ship is anchored and once we arrive at Farrun you'll join my crew! It is settled!", he was loud, very loud, but Rakhr couldn't help but to feel inspired by that man.

"I'm not sure if my employer will enjoy this, milord.", the redguard faked to resist.

"To the oblivion with your employer, my good man! I've made him rich enough this night...", Balin punched the table, which made it turn and break the part where he punched.

"As you wish, milo...", Rakhr started saying and was interrupted by the loud words of Balin.

"Stop fucking calling me 'Milord', it's 'Captain' for you now! ", he sounded angry at first, but bursted in a heartily laughter before climbing up the stairs to finally rest.