Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170209134944/@comment-24530992-20170212183421

"We're here," a member of a curious trio said, lowering his hood to look up at the sign, reading 'The Feed Bag'.

"You're sure? This place looks a little... grungy," another said.

"Grungy is an understatement," the third chimed in, crossing his arms.

"Well, this is it. If you want to go run back into your father's arms now, be my guest," the first sneered.

The third man, a handsome young Breton with thick, dark hair, knit his eyebrows. "You'd better watch your mouth, priest. Unless you want an arrow sticking from your neck."

"Settle down, Vincent. We don't need any one killed.. yet," the other Breton, a slightly stockier and taller man with the sides of his head shaved, replied. "You need to watch your tone as well, Octavius. I'm not going to stop him from hurting you next time."

The Imperial priest shook his head. "Whatever. Let's go." He pushed the doors to the bar open, with Vincent shoving past him to stand in front. They were rather eye catching, as two well armed men with a priest by their side would generally raise some form of suspicion.