Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-5583506-20140204002823

The mead in the Bannered Mare didn't taste the way he remembered it. He sat down at a table with his head resting on his arms like a watchful dog. A tavern wench asked him kindly if he wanted anything else to drink as well as an indecent proposal of physical company for the night. He rejected her as respectful as he could and then sank down into his flagon. He needed to clear his head before asking the Companions if they had any news regarding the witch.

Bhisha, he thought. ''I will find you, you heartless old crone. And then you will wish that you'd never dabbled in magic in your entire life...''