Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140605183252/@comment-25038310-20140608180711

Zandar, struggling to fall asleep, opens his eyes and yawns. He grabbed his scrolls and left his journal on the bed and went downstairs. He asked for a small mug of mead and took his place again at the small circular table. "This one might skip studying tomorrow and see the imperial palace for a change. Damn university is all about politics anyway.." as he took a sip from the mead. He looked around the inn at the people drinking, trying to eavesdrop on any rumors or conversations between the local folk.