Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150828165808/@comment-24736819-20150925184337

(She has her own agenda and besides, Lady Olen sent a letter to the Capital. I was waiting for the AO soldiers in White Haven to react on the boat and last time I wrote the reaction of Lord Baragon about the invasion, you complained xP)

"Captain?", Azaron finally broke the silence, "You don't seem to focused on the task... What happened on your uncle's vessel?"

"Huh?", Balij snapped out of his thoughts, "Of course I am focused, it's just hard to see anyone here that would be an interesting asset to my crew. They all look alike, act alike..."

"And what about my second question?", the dunmer pushed.

"That is something you already know. We chatted and he made me promise to make my father retreat. Nothing more...", the young Prince replied, looking pretty depressed.

"You know what?", Azaron got up from his chair. Balin raised his head, confused, "I know how to cheer you up."

The dunmer smirked and grabbed his mug of ale. Balin quickly realized what the elf wanted to happen, but he wasn't quick enough to prevent it.

Azaron violently placed his mug on the counter and sat beside an angry-looking sailor.

"More of that weak ass ale, barkeeper!", the dunmer shouted, sluggishly pretending to be drunk, "And something else to cheer my friend here."

The sailor was already pretty pissed before Azaron decided to 'accidentally' spill his mug of ale over the man's face and needless to say what followed next. The sailor launched his fist against Azaron, but the dunmer had calculated well enough to dodge as a merchant was passing behind him.

The merchant, knocked down on the floor, yelled at his goons to avenge him and soon enough chaos broke out.

Balin shook his head, chuckled and downed his ale in one shot before joining the fist fight to protect his friend.