Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-5543592-20141031014028

Lorcan had now turned all the way around to watch the movement. It was painfully obvious who was a local and who wasn't: anyone who wasn't wearing regular clothes, had 1000 septim armor on, and was armed to the teeth was there to dish out some pain. That was everyone but Lorcan, the bar-keep, and Aelwin. Judging back the sacks of coin, this was most likely a drug deal about to go bad.