Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-19164168-20191117220158

Brass-Eyes eventually made it to the docks, where he approached a grocer or general goods merchant.

"Tidings. Do you have any salted meats or dried fish? As well as a fishing rod." he asked.

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"Hm." Alaina muttered quietly as she observed the influx of newcomers. She hoped that the other Breton was not someone from her noble house while she was intrigued by the blind bosmer that secluded himself at a quiet place in the inn.

Even so, she waited for new developments to occur on their own as she finished her drink.