Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150725071055

"What is it, King Roberto?", the big knight asked.

The handsome, tall prince entered the Inn. It was just as crowded as the town, yet that didn't prevented the silence that followed Balin's entrance.

Studying the customers, Balin saw potential in some of them: a group of  5 sellswords sitting by the fireplace and drinking. They seemed quite restrained and quiet, which was something unusual in such situation.

2 very large, muscular and mean-looking mercenaries who were engaged in a fierce arm wrestling match. Balin was taller than both, which was not unusual, but both were larger and seemingly more muscular than the prince.

And last, but not least, a strange, well dressed man...or elf, to be more accurate. A dunmer dressed in fine clothes, who stared at the young prince since the moment he stepped into the inn. He was armed with a strange spear, a Glaive which was strapped around his back.

"Alright, time to  scout some good men.", Balin said to himself as he headed for the counter, ignoring the looks the customers gave him. By now most of them had resumed their conversations, but the majority was still eyeing the huge breton royal.

"Stros M'Kai Rum.", the Prince asked.