Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20180526065859/@comment-25073873-20180602164500

Arvin Ashcroft sighed as he leaned against the side rail of Kaldwin's bridge, holding a bottle of whisky against his side, the coppery liquid swishing gently in the bottle as its owner swirled it slightly, before raising it to his lips for another swig. It wasn't long since he completed his last assignment from a client.

As it turned out, there was completely nothing supernatural about what he had been investigating, after being called for by another faceless noble who suspected his wife was a witch. Turned out the woman was just using her apparent madness to hide the fact she was having an affair with the butler. It was all cleared up nicely, and Arvin didn't care that he probably destroyed a marriage, so long as he was paid.

Arvin himself hated the air and smog of the cities. He hated people who smoked or openly barbequeued smelly things like oily fish. He pretty much also disliked the peasantry and beggars. Although the fact he smelled of alcohol probably meant he wasn't much better himself, although belonging to a well to do family certainly had an impact on his perspectives towards life.

It was a simple reason Arvin drank whisky whenever he had to walk a long stretch, or even sit in a carriage that was well worn ... it covered up the smells and allowed him to ignore things that were going on.