Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160723005405/@comment-24141785-20160723221839

"Who do you think I am, a squire?" Gabriel remarked with a smirk, ultimately oblieging in her request as he rose from his seat - wandering over to the bar.

He rested his hands on the counter, catching the attention of the barkeep before he walked back to the storeroom. "How much for the strongest shit?"

The Breton didn't have to go into any further detail, as the barkeep instantly understood what he was trying to say. "Depends. 40-50 gold for the very strong ones" Was all he answered before skulking off to the room, presumably thinking that Gabriel would think over the decision.

Whilst the barkeeper was distracted, the Breton immediately slipped his hand over the counter - as if he had never intended to pay - before grabbing the nearest bottle of wine he could find. He soon returned back to Zaydate, looking almost triumphant as he twirled the bottle in the air.