Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312221221

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: (I do like those aswell.  Although, I wish I could read Polish.  Books are always better in their orginal language.  You lose stuff in translation.) (Some of them have been translated into English already.)

Sibern looked around inside the Bee and Barb. He immediately deducted what kind of people were visiting here regularly. Sad, lonely people, not having found their place in the world and so were just wandering around, looking and waiting for some event to come sweeping in and change their lives forever. Yet it never came and so they remained in this poor excuse of a town, having accepted their role in life as insignificant creatures. Black dots in the face of the entire univserse. It was still dark outside, even though morning had broken.

Hell, this town is always dark, he reflected.

"Would you like anything else?" asked Leah.

"Another ale", he said.

He hadn't the stomach for breakfast, and alcohol sometimes worked just as fine as moon sugar or skooma in order to dampen his senses. The doctors hadn't recommended it however. Mixing liquor with drugs usually didn't play out well.

"So, what's your story?" he asked Geralt, looking at the bottom of his flagon as he waited for the next drink. "Can't imagine you are here to mourn the loss of a dead prostitute."