Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-7262318-20191027033700

Garran approached the bar, ordering himself a drink as well. After being thrown up against a tree and having to deal with the innkeep, he could really use one.

Shrava retired to a room as well, eager to be alone again.

Alvoran also retired to his room for a while. He supposed that  it was foolish of him to try that lie with the innkeeper. That had worked plenty of times over back in Skyrim, when that name held some weight behind it, but it he should have known that it wouldn't have worked here. Vaguely, he recalled his father speaking to others about breaking into the 'lucrative' Summerset market. Back when times were simpler, and all he had to worry about was what shirt to where to father's luncheon...