Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-32420582-20170129224706

Vaynnelea had been woken up by the singing, and looked very irritated as she started grumbling something in a different language before reverting back to the common tongue. "I swear to the Three, I'm going to murder that elf." She growled.

Chutul and Arkfnir had reached the sixth round of their drinking contest, and it seemed the argonian was starting to win. "What is this? A small, weak argonian drinking a mighty nord under the table!?" He announced loudly with a laugh.