Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-24141785-20150913161338

Fenrir headed upstairs towards his room, tired from the long day's trek. He glanced over to Pierre, who was slumped down against a wall.

He doesn't look drunk... The Nord thought as he stopped dead in his tracks, glancing awkwardly at the man.

"Not enough gold to buy a room?" He huffed, leaning back against a wall.