Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150602035155/@comment-5543592-20150604024205

It wasn't until hours later that Scire returned back to the shack. He had a bad bruise on his eye, and by the way he winced when he reach to open the door, and how he grimaced when he turned, he must have injuries on his arm and stomach to match.

Scire reached into a fold of his clothes and threw a heavy pouch of Septims down on the table.

"85 coins." He grunted, before stumbling to the bed and collapsing on it. "Is that better than the fishery, or do I need to bet more?"