Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20160530212729/@comment-13615389-20160606232307

Edgar stared into his tankard for a minute, before looking up and out one of the tavern's window into the corpse-laden street. His alcohol tolerance didn't come close to rivaling S'Dalaar's own, and he pushed his drink aside before finishing it. "This is my home." Edgar said curtly, almost as if he was offended. "I was born here and lived here all my life." Edgar looked back longingly. "And I like it here." - "Hm," Cosnen looked back towards the others, scratching his lip. "Ehm, I suppose. I have a very busy schedule, but I'm sure I might be able to find time to fit it in." In truth, Cosnen's calendar was mostly empty for weeks, aside from the odd day entirely dedicated to writing his autobiography; Life of Leland: Flagrant Disregard. - Wayn approached the pair, expecting the worst. He casually rested his hand on the hilt of his blade and spoke once his presence was known. "What's going on here, fellas?" He said rather nonchalantly, in an attempt to not panic either of them.