Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160421214950/@comment-5543592-20160425000342

"Have to trust someone.  If you don't trust anyone then you'll always be sleeping with one eye open." Scire paused as he realized that was a pretty meanliness analogy to Hawke. "I mean, if you don't trust anyone, who are you ever going to eat?  You'd at least need to trust the guy cooking it."

"Well, you should've asked if it bothers ya." Crimson said, before pausing at a crossroads. Nearby, a group of scraggly, mean looking men eyed the three, as if they were considering there cleanliness and apparent wealth, but lost interest.

A tavern, the crudest looking place Diana and Agatha had probably ever seen, sat nearby. It was slightly sunken into the floor of the tunnel, the back half of the establishment carved directly into the tree. It was large, by standards down here, and both light and noise emenated from inside it. A sign above the door identified it as the "Drawn, Hung, and Quartered Inn" the sign baring an image of a man who had been drawn, hung, and was being quartered.

It looked like an absolute shithole.

"Now that is a hole." Crimson said with a grin.