Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-25038310-20140703210639

It was late when Kartan arrived at the front gates of Markarth on his white horse, which he stabled in the stables and payed a fee to the horse keeper. His ragged cape shielded his ebony daggers from view. He went to the front gates and was greeted by two guards, who asked what his business was. he gained entry when he showed a paper, proving he was a mercenary of the Silver-Bloods.

He entered the dwarve like city, and immediately headed to the Silver Blood inn, tired from his journey. He entered the building, and looked around at all the individuals crowding the inn. He took a seat at the counter, and asked for a simple cup of water. While the inn-keeper gave him it, he asked

"May I also have a room, please?" he asked with his shady voice.

"That's 10 gold for a night, stranger."

" 10 gold? Here. " He passed 10 gold over to the inn keeper.

"All yours. First room at the right of that hallway. "

((not sure if it was okay to RP the inn keeper, but it's not like it influences the RP much, I think.))