Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-15573488-20140311160436/@comment-25286356-20140312142649

("Big barbarian" xD)

Uther continued to walk on and halted his decisive march at the local inn, his empty gourd and dry throat demanding refreshements. As his feet crossed the entrance, the hulking Nord lay eyes on an unopened bottle of Argonian Bloodwine. His memory transcended into a level of rememberance dating to his late mother, a defunct wealthy merchant specializing in species and fur. This special brew of wine would come in wagons ordered by her every month.

Uther sat down and replenished his gourd with the liquid and downed the rest right there and then.