Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-24253253-20131208030637

Cyredalf went to the Bloated Float and looked around. He saw many sailors, and several shady looking men and loose looking women around them, vying for their attention as if their lives depended on it. "Hey!" a drunken Bretton yelled "Look at that elf! Pointy nosed bassard! Wha's 'e doin' 'ere?" With that the bar quiet down, one fight even stopping, and stared at him. "What, elves not allowed to drink either?" He inquired. With that, everybody wrote him off and resumed their carelessness and intoxication. He sat at the bar as a Dunmer came up to him from behind. "You, come with me." He demanded. "Why?" Cyredalf asked. "Because this rat claims to know you, now shut up and come with me" The brute of an elf retorted. Weary of an ambush, Cyredalf followed the nearly ashen colored elf to the stern of the ship to a luxury booth.