Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140717231949/@comment-25126355-20140718170616

"He killed big boy over there. I asked him to leave that to me. The least he could do is buy me a drink..."

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Jina wasn't the only person at the Bee and Barb trying to conceal their identity. At the far corner of the Inn, another hooded figure sat, engulphed in a book. With one hand the book was held, while the other scribled away from time to time on a piece of parchment placed on the table. A few more books laid on said table, along with an unlit candle, more parchment, quills and a glass of Surilie Brothers Wine.