Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150102013629/@comment-13615389-20150103000810

It was a short walk to inn, and it would've been enjoyable had it not been for the briggands, crooks, and obnoxious drunks fumbling around. Asides from that, the palm trees, and thin stone roads which were bordered with golden sands made for a beautiful sight as they approached the medium-sized, entirely wooden building that was The Iron Scalon.

The inside was filled with all sorts of shifty characters. Some seemed like assassins, just sitting at a table, waiting. Others weren't as discreet, laughing, singing, boasting and spilling booze. Behind the counter of the dimly-lit bar was an Argonian, serving drinks, and wiping down used tankards, which had recently been filled with watered-down ale. The captain didn't look impressed with the state of the area, but he waited anyways. Perhaps he could find one or two potential recruits here.