Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131224092505/@comment-24141785-20131224143921

C'laro cupped his hands and covered them over his face.

"I can't believe I actually told them... Why did this have to happen." C'laro sighed. Sadness flowed through his body. "I'm leaving in the morning."

C'laro head back into the inn. He was greeted with "Aw." and "Poor you." from the crowd.

"A-are you ok?" C'laro spun around to see the breton assassin from a while back.

"Fine... Its hard carrying all that weight on your back." C'laro muttered in response.

"Free drinks for C'laro!" The innkeeper shouted. The crowd turned to him.

"And for everyone else." C'laro added. The crowd cheered. C'laro grabbed some Honeyed mead.