Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20191016010235/@comment-7262318-20191017224705

"... Nice meetin' ya," Denon frowned, unsure of why the bow and grandstanding were necessary.

The old man sat at a table with a man that Vordel did not recognize. He was a redguard, dressed in purple robes and the hood pulled back to reveal his shaved head and wrinkled features. A girl stood next to him, as well. A breton, also dressed in dark purple robes. She could not have been beyond her early 20's.

"Old man," Vordel called out to him, quickly approaching the table.

"Oh... I see you made it," The Old man uttered, looking over to his Redguard friend. "You see it too, right, Falion?"

"Oh, of course..." Falion slowly stood up. "I... wow..."

"What?"

"You just... I didn't think he was correct."

"Correct on ''what?" ''Vordel slammed his hands down onto the table, causing some patrons to gasp."

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Inside the Four Shields Tavern, the group would see a multitude of tabled turned upside down and chairs stacked in the corner. Crates and boxes lay strewn across the room, with blankets, cloths, tools, and other equipment stored inside. There appeared to be nobody at the counter.