Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27773183-20160422130047/@comment-27922180-20160427143847

Drenens stood for a minute in the middle of the blood-stained floor.

"He's either rich or highborn, someone will pay something for him." Drenens seemily talked to no one before turning to the barkeep who only just came up from under the counter. "I'm assuming that 7 sets of full Elvish armor, and whatever else is on these people, will more than cover the cost of damages tenfold but for your silence."

Drenens went into the elf's pocket, found a coin satchel and tossed it to the barkeep. After recieving a nod of approval, Drenens picked up the elf and carried him outside through the bar's backdoor. A crowd had gathered around the front door, including the guards of the town's front gate. After somehow managing to sneak through a crowd with a body on his shoulder, Drenens found himself walking away from Falkreath with a highborn Elf on his shoulder and most likely, the Falkreath guard on his back.