Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-24366541-20140413001629

The barkeep gave him his order and dissapeared into the back room. He drank slowly... Something Pricked his neck... But then he felt drowsy.... and fell from the seat.. and was knocked out before he hit the floor....

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"Don't wake him.. That Poison knocked him out for sure but he could wake at any second.." A Breton whispered...

"Do you want to drag him??" A Angry Dunmer voice answered..

"No.... We just need to get him back to the Boss" The Breton voice answered.

"I see you got the Dryadic Bosmer like the Boss asked.... Good job.. The Boss is in the Trading Post..." An Orc said without even trying to whisper...