Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150514025025/@comment-24141785-20150514130649

Markus spat the mead on the floor; it tasted like someone had trodden a diseae ridden foot and stired it around. "What did you put in this?!?"

"Oh the usual..." The bartender replied, looking at Markus with a confused face, "Falmer blood, mammoth cheese..."

"Wait!" Markus exclaimed, "You...put blood...in my drink?" Markus felt a second wave of nausea hit him.

"Oh course... its a tradi... where are you going?" The bartender called after him as he walked out.