Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20161115213303

''An odd sort journeys into the bar. They're wearing a hodgepodge of armor, walking with an adorable Scottish Terrier, and have about... a... alot of arrows stuck in their body. Jabari drops a sweetroll at their feet from the rafters. They pick it up, and begin moving exceptionally slower than before. Jabari leans down and... just... barely... aha! He got it back. He then clears his throat. "Hey, hey," he whispers. "I'm cursed." The traveler looks up at him. Well, they overshoot a tad, but then look him directly in the eye.''

''Jabari fronts his very best "guard voice" from training. "Aww, let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll." The mockingness and the trained, ingrained voice combine expertly. The traveler glares at them intently. Jabari remembers a favorite joke among guard members. "I used to be an adventurer like you, but then..."''

''Jarl Balgruuf is awoken. He seems to have drifted off, but the loud sound of shouting and the unmistakable smashing of wood mended that.''

''Jabari lays outside the wall, his whole body aching. Perhaps those old jokes have been used a few too many ti-- hey, where's the sweetroll?''