Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190727013802/@comment-3293219-20190801123248

Quen had been haunting the inn for a while, circling her thoughts and chugging a huge jug of... Actually, she wasn't quite sure what it was. It was weak, tasted of virtually nothing and if it was making her drunk, then it wasn't doing a good enough job.

Her aimless wandering brought her to the doorway of the two lovebirds, to which she shifted her gaze. At that point, she noticed the armour, bunched up on the floor and Vander looking somewhat spaced out.

There was only one conclusion that she could draw from such a sight...

"Oh moi, did'ja actuelly?" Quen asked, peering in.