Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150407090442/@comment-5824038-20150410091633

Julius dismounted, and walked slowly through the intense snow, towards the local tavern. When he came in he went to the counter, and tossed a few coins to the barman. 'A Colovian brandy, if you have them. If not, I'll take an ashlander whiskey.'

(He's drinking to forget his past alcoholism.)