Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-24530992-20191117160016

“Oh dear,” Sentinel muttered, noting the dunmer that accompanied the local inn. “Just... wait here,” he said to Rialor. The boy didn’t object.

Sentinel approached the doors, stopping just before the elf. He caught the scent of alcohol through his mask, his nose slightly wrinkling through his mask. “A little too much to drink, eh? Can’t really blame you.. this place is depressing.”