Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-12599067-20140219030400

"That's hardly a way to talk to Prince Sal'ir, sir," the guard frowned, his vice grip on Fenris' coat unwavering.

"Prince who?" Fenris frowned, turning his head around to look at the guard.

"Prince Sal'ir, heir to the throne of ________. It's kind of why we're celebrating Feast Day," the guard answered. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"It doesn't matter where I'm from," Fenris retorted, pitching forward suddenly as the guard released his hold on the Nord's armored coat.

"Tell you what, friend. You just go out there and enjoy yourself, eh? Today is no day to be spent in the dungeons, right?"

"Is there any day to be spent in the dungeons?" replied Fenris, who's anger had died down as he had conversed with the guard.

"Fair point," the guard chuckled, gesturing to the door. "Now get lost, traveler. Tonight is a night for merriment!" the guard added as an afterthought, lightly shoving Fenris towards the door. Fenris, who was only to happy to oblige, stepped out onto the street and marveled at the scene that lay before him. His stomach was already growling with the prospect of food.