Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181001042119/@comment-35566720-20181002220739

Cieard Enclaine stumbled out onto the streets of Belkarth, shoved out from a bar by an angry tavern owner. In both of his hands was a bottle of rum, one of which was half empty, despite Cieard only having had it for a short period of time. He quickly downed what was left of the bottle, and threw it over his shoulder, stumbling slightly.

"Can't even sleep with a bar-keep's wife without getting shouted at." He muttered, his words slurred. He wouldn't normally even be this far inland, given his criminal staus. But, with his new beard, the officials would never recognise him. His ship, The Fair Wind, was currently docked in Solitude, in Skyrim. No chance of getting back to it any time soon.

Cieard wandered through the streets, thinking about what had brought him here. That damn enchanted map, he thought, ''It's suppose to point the user to what they most desire. It led me here, Must be broken. There's nothing good in Belkarth, just a bunch of nutters who gaze at stars for a living, I should check to see if there are any mages about. A mage could fix it. Those fancy mages with their fancy magic''. In his drunken state, Cieard had forgotten that he was, in fact, a bit of a mage himself. Although, he wasn't the type of mage to go enchanting maps. More the kind to go electifying anyone who pissed him off.

He eventually, through his wonderings of the streets, found himself at the rear side of the inn he was kicked out of earlier. A small pile of straw lay out, which would make for as good a bed as any. Cheaper than an inn, which he wasn't allowed in anyway. In the morning, he could find  a mage to see about his map, and maybe take a contract to kill a few bandits. Either way, right now, he was too tired to do anything, and nesteld down in the straw for the night.