Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150423193553

((Alright guys, tomorrow I'll be going to England for the whole day and return at mid night back behind my computer. I'm not sure if I'll be able to post then, but I higly doubt it.))

Sander, after handing over a variety of weapons includng throwing knives, daggers, his sniper rifle, four pistols, a single shot pistol and his cleaver, he nodded.

"Let's. I've always been quite lucky with these.." Sander noted, grinning.

When all weapons were handed over, Sander and Meledran saw the orc step aside, permitting them to eter. After the had done so, the two were greeted by quite a sight.

The pub revealed all sorts of nobles and middle class, sitting on tablesplaying a variety of card and dice games. Either the had a cigar or cigarette in their mouths. Most of the residents were young adults, either grinning from ear to ear at their opponents, or about to burst in tears from the amount of money they lost.

The waitresses were.. Rather showy. Most of them were Bretons, althought there were a few redguards, nords, and even khajit in the bunch. They all wore corsets or short dresses that reached above their knees, aswell as stockings, with bright colors ranging from green, to white, to black or red. They were all beautiful and pretty in their own right, and were either offering cigarettes, liquor, or luxurious food to guests. Some held the hands of a noble and started walking towards seperate bedrooms, offering some very specific 'goods'.

Sander looked at the dozens of residents, grinning at the sight. "I'm already starting to like it here, to be honest.."