Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-5543592-20141031010256

Lorcan entered the inn, wiping sweat from his brow. By Shor, it was hot out. And spending all day out on the lake didn't make it any cooler. He approached the counter and sat down on the stool that he referred to as 'his'.

"The usual, Lorcan?" Asked the inn-keeper, who was presently wiping down the counter.

"Yeah.  And make it cold or something, I'm sick of warm mead."

"Coming right up." As the barkeep went about preparing his drink Lorcan rested his elbows on the counter and hunched forward slightly. Looking over his shoulder around the room, he noticed the large amount of strangers, which immediately unnerved him.