Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-7262318-20191017205714

Alvoran considered ordering a drink, but decided against it for now. Lysilde's comments to him had reminded him of Yen again, who he was trying to keep out of his thoughts for the time being. He thought that that might be selfish of him, to try and deliberately not-think about his home-life, but if he were to be of any help on this quest to seal off the Daedra, then he couldn't allow himself to be miserable and yearning for a return home.

Garran finally emerged from his den, still looking half asleep. He wandered over to the bar and took a seat, ordering their cheapest mead. He did not share Alvoran's skepticism of drinking this early in the day.