Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-3293219-20140309165533

Manja had lost count of how many ales she had knocked back, over the course of the evening but then again, she hadn't been counting. She and Rowan had been dragging eachother around for some time, going from one attraction to the other in an effort to win something.

They attempted archery but didn't hit anything in their inebriated state, even Manja, with her gift never managed to hit the center but she did manage to hit the target, which was more than could be said for Rowan...

Eventually they were turned away from more and more stalls, in case they shot someone's eye out or worse...

"D-D'ya think they'll... Think t'Temple District will serve us?"