Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170209134944/@comment-24530992-20170304034832

Vincent dismounted his horse, then fidgeting with the engraved silver and ebony ring on his finger once they reached the inside of the inn. "Ugh. It smells like... Nord. Alcohol and sadness."

"You're just too used to being around flowers and fancy scented perfumes," Octavius said. "This is how the real world is like, boy."

The Breton steered himself around and grabbed a fistful of the Imperial's clothes.

"If you don't shut your fucking mouth, you're going to be picking your bloody teeth out of the dirt, you hear?" He snarled, then releasing him with a shove. Gaven shook his head and guided his brother away, leaving the priest with a smirk. The two sighed, then finding a table to sit at.