Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-5543592-20140204194345

Steinar, recieving no response. Headed to the inn to get food. He was hungry. He bashed his head on the door frame on the way in, muttering, "Ouch." He walked up to the inn keeper's desk and sat down on a stool. It shuddered and groaned under his weight, but held, "I don't suppose I can buy much with..." He pulled up a rather empty purse, "10 septims?"

The inn keeper pased him the cheapest looking bottle of ale Steinar had ever seen. "Yeah that'll do. How much?" The inn keeper held up six fingers,  and Steinar handed him six Septims. He uncorked the bottle and took a swing, feeling very sorry for himself.