Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191117161237

Miraak Obama wrote: “Oh dear,” Sentinel muttered, noting the dunmer that accompanied the local inn. “Just... wait here,” he said to Rialor. The boy didn’t object.

Sentinel approached the doors, stopping just before the elf. He caught the scent of alcohol through his mask, his nose slightly wrinkling through his mask. “A little too much to drink, eh? Can’t really blame you.. this place is depressing.” "Wh-what?!" The drunkard immediately snapped his attention towards the Sentinel and he locked his eyes with the Breton vigilante, "Another outsider?! To hell with you people! N'wahs like you...coming to our city while we struggle to survive...!"

The drunkard only hurled words of insult at the Sentinel, clearly he was shaken by Torsten's confrontation with him, as he had a noticeably bad bruise on his left cheek.