Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140624183310/@comment-3293219-20140713201528

Tycho entered the Bee and Barb, happy that it didn't smell like a sewer. Well, sometimes it did, after happy hour, when most of the patrons were too drunk to find the toilet...

The Half-breed enjoyed it there, as the name emplied, it was a pleasant, homely place, which was a breath of fresh air from the usual cold, gritty atmosphere of Riften. He slowly wandered through the tavern, passing several patrons, completely forgetting that Eyjne was meant to be here to, he just wanted a drink in a nice place for a change.

"Hey, Keerava?" He called, prompting the Lizard to pop up and catch his eye.

"Yes? Oh, Tycho, come to make some more deliveries?"

"Actually, I've come for a drink... But erm... I might be able to do some deliveries..." He smirked, gesturing to the tap, to say that he'd have the usual.

Honeyed mead...

Every day, he had honeyed mead, to the point that Keerava just got him it, the second that she saw him walk through the door. Seemed a bit of a girly drink but he'd often tell people not to knock it, until they've tried it. He stood, patiently awaiting the sweet drink, which was quickly served to him, placed on the counter and slid across to his hand.

"Seven gold, five if you take this job for me..."

"What's the job?" Tycho asked, picking up the drink and counting out the gold coins, placing five on the table and holding two, incase he didn't like the sound of this.

"I need someone to put up some fliers, nearly all of the old ones were destroyed, during the attack."

"Fliers?" Tycho asked, in bewilderment.

What am I, ten?

"Sure... Sounds alright. Give 'em 'ere and I'll do 'em on the way 'ome."

The Argonian nodded, satisfied with that answer. She turned around and drew some sheets of paper from her cabinet before returning to Tycho and handing them to him.

"There, if they end up in the canal again, I'll drag you out of that ratway and nail you to the wall instead." She hissed, shoving them against his chest, causing some of the froth to spill over the side, all over his hand.

"Gods... I did that once, when I was bloody twelve. Give me some credit!" The Half-Breed grumbled as he turned away and looked for a table to sit at...