Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150404005102/@comment-24736819-20150501154044

"Let's strike a deal, then. You provide me with paper, ink and quill alongside that drink. Seems a fair trade, huh?", he crossed his arms over the table.

Velaryon had already finished the second meal by the time the conversation got to that point and even though his hunger did not receded, he could think better with something inside his stomach so he got up and placed his bottle of Wine over the table along with his own quill, inkwell and a large paper.

"Draw. This bottle goes either into your head or into a cup, your choice.", he growled.

"Now, I do not appreciate the way you do business, young man... but at least the drink is closer to me now. You've won this time.", aftet that Izzad went on to draw a very confusing map of tunnel systems, strange passages and hidden rooms...still it seemed that some large part was missing.