Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140409182001/@comment-24779750-20140413184510

Chalur coughed harshly as he walked through the Riften marketplace, blood staining the side of his armor. He checked to see his wound was healing well enough, only the stains remained. He headed toward the nearest tavern, the Bee and Barb, for a bottle of mead to ease the remaining pain. He opened the door gently, trying not to draw attention to himself, and took a seat at the bar.

Keerava smiled at him as he sat down. "Greetings, Chalur. Nice to have you back. The usual?" She asked, reaching for a bottle of Nord Mead.

"If you would be so kind." He replied, his head slightly hazy at recalling the details of what happened after he left Eastmarch.