Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140708000146/@comment-24449631-20140711150105

the normer appeared to be making a strong morning favourite.

The beacon seemed to dance on bubbles of some cyrodiilic olive oil all the while creating a lovely smell.

In another pan, eggs were boiling.

Rowan had found the tavern's storage room down in the cellar. it appeared to be filled to the brim with almost everything delicious imaginable. So the normer had taken advantage of his situation and prepared breakfast.