Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5424581-20130419221450/@comment-768817-20130423002306

Aethael turns back to the barkeep "Can I get a Nordic Mead for him" he gestures towards Gregor, then says "Could I get a glass of blood.." he points at the bundle of dead rabbits hanging over the fire, "With just a splash of Clovian Brandy?" The barkeep is deffinatly more awake now, giving the two a bewildered look, but then continuing to make their drinks, Aethael slides over eleven septims and smiles, with his lips closed. Once the drinks arrive, Aethael drinks, quite quickly.