Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-5735114-20140412124332

Tyranil hovered about the city, examining it. There were too many taverns... Eventually settling on one, Tyranil hovered in to find a large man who appeared to have just won a drinking contest, due to all the vomit on the floor, talking to a young Breton. Disgusted, Tyranil moved to a seat as far as he could from them, and ordered a mead.