Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160517214212/@comment-24736819-20160518195617

(Great, I'll start, then...)

The rain outside was nearly torrential when the  Drunken Broad's doors slammed open and a large figure stepped through them.

"Evening!", he greeted no one in particular, directing his speech towards the counter.

The man limped towards one of the empty tables with the help of what seemed like a cane, leaving a trail of rain-water behind him. He cleared his throat and signaled to one of the tavern's maids, a tiny blonde woman who was apparentely the oldest of the employees in her early 30's.

"How can I help you, sir...?", she attempted to sound nice but the weird man freightened her a bit.

"Oh, luv, I'd kill for a mug o'ale, eh?", the corpulent man answered, while he made the metallic cane disappear into his black coat and removed his hat, allowing the water which accumulated on it to fall onto the wooden floor. He wasn't as ugly as the maid originally thought, but still wasn't pleasing to the eyes, "Chop, chop, luv. I haven't got all day..."

His raspy voice snapped her out of the trance and hurry to get the weird man his order.

"Trouble that one. Keep an eye on him, Ely.", she heard her boss muttering when she passed by.

It was nice to take a break, Rahmah's aching foot was already becoming a nuisance...yet not as much as his stomach.

"Gotta order some grub, too...", he commented to himself adjusting his weight on the tiny chair, tiny for him at least.