Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-5735114-20140412194947

Tyranil sighed as he heard some Dunmer, probably coming out of another tavern, drunkedly singing a rather suggestive book. Muttering thanks to the bartender, Tyranil left his half finished mead in the bar and set out to try and find a section of the town without any taverns or inns.