Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-6006054-20150622025228

Uvaryl, now having calmed himself, ordered his wine. He was surprised that the wine was exactly what he thought he was ordering. He drank it, finishing it quickly. He decided he would at least greet his fellow dunmer. He got up from his table, ordered another one of those "wines", and walked over to the dunmer. "I didn't expect to meet another dunmer in Sentinel." He regretted this immediately. The current subject of discussion between the dunmer and an altmer was not the kind one tried to introduce themselves during.