Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20160425233615/@comment-5543592-20160429222947

Crimson walked right up to the bar, where two men sat. They were discussing something in low, intense voices. Crimson stepped between them, and took their drinks. He sniffed each. One was almost pure alcohol by the pungent sent of it, the other softer.

"Oi, the 'ell you think you're doing?" One of the men demanded turning to look back at Crimson, the other did as well, his face outraged.

Crimson ignored them for the moment. He mixed the drinks together, stirring the contents of each cup into the other, before dipositing the flagons back onto the bar. He reached over the counter, and underneath the bar, and felt around for a bottle. He came out with some sort of Bosmer drink and added just a pinch to each of their drinks, before stepping back. The men tentatively tried their drinks, before their faces widened in awe and surprise.

"This ain't too bad?  What'd you do to it."

Crimson held up his empty palms. "Magic hands."

Or should he say Divines-fearing hands, since he was spreading a bit of religion about. The woman on the table already had a good sermon going, although she was coming to it's end now.

"In Daggerfall,

they hold a ball,

And all of society indulge in a variety of scandal,

they can handle -- A lot.

The Captain of the Guard,

Has to search very hard,

For a bean that the Queen,

Has in her pants.

And the Court Sorceress,

Will grant you a wish,

To cause the King to fling about his lance.

Oh, it's lovely to give your love a single perfect rose It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

Oh, it's lovely to abandon all your cares and fears and woes It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

Yes sir... it's lovely not wear any clothes!"

As the song ended there was more thunderous round of cheering and Crimson went about fixing drinks into their proper forms. He left gratified lads and lasses wherever he went, and generally felt he was doing the gods' work.