Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181001042119/@comment-35566720-20181003160941

Cieard awoke with straw in his hat and boots, and his head throbbing from over-consumpsion of rum. He tipped the straw from his boots and hat, and got up, brushing himself off. He felt like vomitting. Over in the market, a group of people were gossiping. All Cieard heard was something about a caravan, being attacked by warriors of rock, who could half a horse with their blades.

Sounds like bullshit, Cieard thought, stumbling into the market, ''Even so, if there's some sort of brigand group about, there could be a bounty out for them. But first, I need some food and water to help with this hangover. Then I'll try to find a mage, about the map. There's got to be a stall here that sells food. Maybe some nice Redguard wine, too...''

As Cieard approached the market stall, he, as well as several other people in the crowd, were pushed out of the way, by a young woman, with silvery-coloured hair.

"Hey!" Cieard shouted at her, disgruntled, "Watch where you're going!"