Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190329124124/@comment-3293219-20190329215348

"Trolls take you!" A Nord yelled, slamming his hands down on the table before stompiong off, not even bothering to watch the wee Bosmer hug her small pile of gold and pull it all towards her, with a swine eating grin.

"Quen! You dishonour us." Leyt hissed as he approached.

"I told you to avoid depravity, whilst we're among these heroes."

"I told you to get that stick out'cha arse." Quen shrugged as she rolled her shirt up.

"You didn't mention gamblin' either! Ya said... Drenken, Prostitution an' bein'  happy or somethin'."

"What part of 'no depravity' do you not follow? I told you, that we will be keeping a company who won't tollerate such foolishness."

"Sound loike a roight laugh." Quen sighed, looking around.

"Will ye carry me winnings, Leyty?"

"I'm not dirtying my hands with your ill gotten gains, find your own way."

"Foine but I'm not breakin' bank for ye!"

"If I could break something of yours, it wouldn't be your bank. Now stay out of sight and stay silent."

Leyt didn't seem remotely amused by her antics, honestly, the only reason he needed her around was in case they were still connected somehow. However, it seemed to be impossible that those two were ever part of the same person.

He decided to approach the nearby adventurers, a Dark Elf and a Nord, not fighting in the inn? That seemed worth investigating...