Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160602184114/@comment-24736819-20160621194356

(I always copy my texts before posting it. The wiki has been pretty weird lately with all that lack of notifications and "post-eating")

As Jorunn finally exited that hellhole of a tavern, he could feel the gentle breeze of air. In truth, the breeze wasn't that gentle and the air wasn't that pure, but compared to the chaos inside the Limping Guar that was less suffocating.

He walked through the streets, eventually returning to the Inn only to find a small group of beggars sitting around a small fire inside an alley.

The deformed nord nodded to them and they made space so he could seat near the fire as well.

" 'Night, gentlemen.", he growled, attempting to sound nice. He reached into his backpack and took a few chunks of food to share with the beggars, who seemed extremely grateful.