Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151108022221

The inn was quiet. No music played. No one even gave Danric a passing glance as he entered. A weary Nordic woman stood behind the counter, her eyes baggy from long hours or perhaps just lack of sleep. She wiped down the counter, sparing a glance at Danric, to wonder his purpose.

The boy dared a look at the blind man, before reaching for the tin cup. He easily fit one skinny hand inside, not touching the sides of the cup, and started to lift one coin out between two fingers, very slowly.

Alecos and Creighton climbed down from the roof by way of ladder, and made there way through the streets. It was mid-day, so the bussle was cut down. Guards were on patrol, looking for any serfs who made be slacking off. They pointedly ignored Alecos and Creighton. By the looks of them, they were either out of place noblemen or wealthy thieves. A guardsman didn't want to mess with either. Alecos restrained himself from glaring at the soldiers as they passed.