Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20161129155225/@comment-5518614-20161214015940

Still trying to remain unnoticed, Brualnus tried to get Rogvir to shut his trap. "Look, can you just get me an ale? I'll tell you all about it."

"For you? On the house, I insist. Lets have a round together!"

"No Rogvir, you don't understand. I'm trying to remain a stranger, so can you please talk a little quiter!?"

The barkeeper looked at Brualnus, a puzzled look on his face, then a knowing smirk grew, "oh, I see. Here, come around over here, in the cellar, and we can talk."

"I...ah...ok. Sure, that'd be better," Brualnus shrugged, and crept around behind the bar and down the steps to the cellar."

"Oi! Eirja! Come watch the bar for a minute luv!"

The burly man pushed open the cellar door and crossed the room to a barrel lying against the wall. "I know what you want mate. Old Wood-head tell ya about my stock? I didn't know you were into this stuff, but I guess everyone needs a little pick me now and again, eh?"

The man drew from the barrel a collection of bottles, sacks and flasks, each containing most definitely illegal substances. Skooma, Moon sugar, Balmora Blue, a couple vials of Sleeping tree sap, even a bottle of the notorious Hist Sap. The barrel must have been worth a fortune, and certainly would be the ruin of the barkeep were the authorities to find it. "Now, what'll it be?"

Brualnus had seen a lot of drugs in his time, and knew he had to play it cool. He paused for a moment, pretending that he was browsing the wares, while trying to figure out what to do next.