Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150320071751/@comment-32663439-20150326063627

The Consierge looked to the cloaked man. "I'd advise you'd watch your tone in this respectable establishment." She looked back to Lysander. "240 septims, sir."

Wah turned back to the waitress. "That's all, thank you." He closed the door, and returned to his bed, sitting down.