Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150422205051

"She's not to be trusted regardless - we killed - or aided her father's demise. I've seen this happen - people who pretend to be your allies until they turn on you.."

The pub was well lit, and was easily noticeable through the fog. The sign on top of it depicted a Black Cat. A sign of bad luck. Just what they needed for the game liar's dice.

"I hope you know how to play Liar's dice?" Sander asked, retorically. He knocked on the door of the pub - and a mere second later an orc dressed in ragged clothing appeared before them. He was armed with a simple single shot pistol - although his muscles implied he had no need of fancly clothes or weapons. "Who are you?" The orc asked gruffly, looking down at the breton And the elf.

Sander said nothing, but handed over the invitation. The orc quickly read the contents, before nodding. "I'll have to keep a hold of your weapons." The orc said, extending his arms. He gestured at Meledran, nudging him to do as commanded.