Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140621010528/@comment-12599067-20140629033748

Avaryn accepted the drink (Is it still morning? If so, seems a little early for mead.) Duke offered him with a nod of thanks, then set it on the table in front of him and took a moment to look around the inn, eyes silently sweeping the room in the shadow created by his hat-shield as he searched the crowd for a robe similar to the one they had taken from the would-be assassin.