Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190329124124/@comment-5543592-20190330000040

"I'm sorry." Smith called after the innkeeper, very much abashed. He stood up, the chair beneath him sighing in relief, and carefully made his way to the side of the room, where he wasn't in danger of breaking anything else.

"Thank you." Smith told Quen. Despite his bulk, his mannerisms and speech were not grandoise. He had low, soft voice, like the thrum of a bass, and was very controlled in his gestures. "This rarely happens anymore, I am typically more careful."